Girl in the Painting
The girl in the painting was calling me.
She whispered softly.
Her tender words broke into a million musical notes.
Have you ever felt so much pain that you can’t speak?
Have you ever felt so much hurt that you can’t cry?
Have you ever felt so much hate that you can’t move?
I have.
And I am frozen.
I am etched into this painting.
Forever stuck on a memory.
It was not that I could not forgive, it was that I could
not move on.