Un-adorned Photo

Convoluted silences, And quiet talk, Create our discourse for the day. You and I once were more than that, But today we cower in each other’s shadows. You expect a little more than nothing from me, I expect a little more than the world in return… Is this our truth, or the one we’ve created from our times together? I remember the day when my hand fit in yours, And our breath passed each other by on our tumbled highway. You never let yourself go, You never let me go where you yourself were afraid to venture. Time is up I guess, and things are still the same. We never do those things we used to do. The empty frames cry out for something to cover their exposed faces. But all the remains of you Is the unadorned photo, beneath my bed's wooden floor.