Looking through an old photo book faint whispers can be heard and yet I cannot make out what is being said as if they were simply muffled words.
All of these years I had taken for granted and my selfishness had blinded me,
the thought of you always being by my side were the disguised thoughts I couldn't put behind me.
All of the things I should have said and all the things I should have done,
memories come and refresh the pain like hundred of scars that are like drops of rain.
Without you there is no color left in the sky as they are now unmarked all grey and plain.
Unlike my saddened heart the clouds open up and began to cry, I wish I could to relieve my pain.
Of all the things I should have brought most importantly turned out to be an after thought.
The first chance I have gotten to be with you I thought for sure the angels would sing, but saddly I heard no more voices as I had forgotten to bring my wings and so
I will miss you for always and it is in that old photo book you will find my heart, a feather and other such things.
LGG

Nice poem .