A picture is but a memory,

a memory merely an impression,

some are good, some not

but they all leave a mark

shaping us, melding us, into

something else,

someone else

So what if I like the old me?

What if I don't want to change

I simply want to breathe, to be

just for me

But you help me over my fear

you always have time to lend my an ear

to help me when I fall

and console me when I cry

So what happens when you aren't here

once you've left, I just might shatter

You say you'll always be there for me

but how long is always?

You're my rock

my anchor to sanity

my lighthouse in the storm

but lighthouses break

What happens when you're gone?

And I'm left in the dark.