Tearful Image

A picture hanging on the wall - no one here at all. Only memories alive within my mind. The real person has died and left only an image to dwell on once in a while. Life continues to pass by with no care or thought of how we feel - emptiness is left deep inside. Feelings haven't died, only the way in which we dealt with them before - when we were one-on-one - in person. Now it's just me talking to your image on the wall, with no response at all. Only my tears falling because I miss you so and can't tell you anymore, 'I love you! ' It's not right! It isn't fair! Death shouldn't be able to have so much power over someone I love.