All I See

I turn around and all I see

Is things that remind me of what used to be.

A withered flower, what was

Love given from up above.

A photo frame

Without a picture, because it was all a game.

A box of letters shredded

Because of what is now was dreaded.

A deflated balloon hangs out in a corner alone

No longer full, just a shiny bone.

A single tear that falls down my face

Is the only thing that will be left in this place.

I turn around to say goodbye,

But don't for it deserves neigh.