In a godless, darkened room,
My mind talks to the picture frames,
They can somehow lighten the gloom,
Wish they could talk back, just the same.
To ignite or fan out my dying flames,
Perhaps help me to re-track,
But alas, they are just inanimate frames,
Unable to bring you back.
By the window, the northern skies,
Stars staring back at me,
Giving a gleam to the tears in my eyes,
Staring back at eternity.
Staring back at things I cannot do,
How can I unthink about you?
Silhouette of a lone urban tree,
Extending branches to the street,
Peeping over the dark roof, staring at me,
Why can't the two of us meet?
Perhaps by the afternoon sea,
By the orange sunset, you and me,
Why can't it be true,
How can I unthink about you?
A love like ours, lost and gone,
Leaves a void that can't be filled,
Yet I can't help but hold on,
To the memories that my heart willed.
Epitaphs of what once was,
In these frames, they all remain,
And though they can't speak, they pause,
To ease my heart's constant pain.
But in the end, they are just frames,
And I am left with thoughts of you,
No matter how hard I try to reframe,
My mind will always lead back to you.
So I'll sit in this godless, darkened room,
And talk to these picture frames,
They may not bring you back, but they can still bloom,
The memories of our love that forever remains.
