Nail On the Wall

Nail on the wall,

Showing where the picture used to be.

The picture I couldn't shake.

The image of that empty nail so clear in my mind.

Now, the picture gone,

I go back to the spot where it was,

Trying to force it back to the way it used to be.

I guess I'll never let go, will I?

But how can I?

I doubt many people have.

Forget,

Forget...

Memories come back,

They come back when I don't want them to.

So inopportune.

I shake my head,

Jumbling my thoughts,

Forcing the dark ones away...

I let out a puff of wind,

Leaving a cloud of white dangling in the cold air.

Hallow...

Shallow...

Somehow stronger.

Nail on the wall,

Surfacing the memory.

That little piece of metal,

So empty,

So alone...

I grab it,

Observe it as if it had some still-hidden secret...

Finally, I throw it out the window,

Closing my eyes so I don't see where it lands,

Afraid I'll chase after it...