There is a voice that will never be heard.
A story left untold,
and a heart left broken
only to assume
the worst.
When you look back
you remember the beginning
and the end
but that chunk in the middle
that is the foundation.
I see things in yellow and blue
happy and sad
the warmth of the sun
and the brilliance of a star,
or the trickle of a lone tear
and the absence of an empty sky.
I see my life in picture frames
smiles and simple moments,
but the rest is missing.
A photo is just that
just one
one simple glimpse
of what was left behind.
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