• I remember this particular square on the wall.
    The square was filled with one memory.
    That was all.
    Now its just an empty frame
    because what was there... I used to care for.
    But now that its gone
    So am I to you.
    This is what I live through
    Just an empty frame on the wall
    Where one day the nail wont hold and it will fall.
    The frame will shatter into a million pieces.
    Like my heart from unbearable crisis.
    These are pieces that can not be fixed.
    These are pieces that are split.
    Now as the day pass I see right through the square
    And I wish I could still see what was there.
    But the picture...is nothing.
    It has been torn.
    The picture is torn into shreds.
    It is torn because you no longer remember this.
    You used to hold my hand and measure my growth.
    You used to hug me closely, tenderly, gently.
    You don't remember what was shared.
    You dont remember who I am.
    You don't remember I care.
    Do you know though that I as grow,
    time is passing
    and so is your chance to come closer.
    Come closer, come closer.
    Come closer this way.
    Come walk with me and hold my hand
    in that way you did when you walked me before.
    Come walk with me...I need a shoulder
    Particularly yours.
    I remember this particular square on the wall.
    Each day its getting closer to fall.
    I see it slanted on its nail.
    Its close to being shattered without fail.
    The frame is vacant.
    Theres still room.
    Time is slipping.
    The frame is falling.
    The glass is shattering.
    My hope is losing.
    My heart is sinking quicker than quick sand.
    Please try to remember who I am.