The Picture of You

7/14/11
I sat down to write a poem about you
and to discover how I feel
The strangest thing,
the words wouldn't come

So I went outside
and took a walk
Perhaps then my heart would feel
But strangely,
the world was still

I walked on listening
to the music of the world
Hoping it would show me what to feel
As strange as me,
the trees went silent

So I took out
an old photograph of you
Maybe then I'd be able to feel
Strange though,
it was no longer you