Picture Frame

It hangs on the wall,
Since the day you last left.
A picture capturing me at
A momment of heaven.
The first and last time
I will ever really feel
The love and passion
You gave and took back.

The glass is broken
And the frame is rusted,
But I look past that
To the picture of us.

It was prom night.
You wore a tux
And I wore a dress.
The last song of the night,
Our favorite to be precise.

I’m looking at it now.
In your eyes I see
Pain and the want of forgiveness,
In me eyes I see delight and passion.

When I saw you with her,
I knew it wasn’t heaven I was in;
It was hell.