The Wall
Shadows burnt of you upon the wall,
caught in vogues vision contrived,
Sooty feathers fold about the chalk line,
from boy to man,
Wishing we could have met at four feet two,
you could have been the girl next door,
Instead plaster defaced love hearts
trace the tracks of my tears,
And what of dreams ambition, before we met,
They too are there, displayed in torn and faded Idols,
Until you, there was always second best,
for some I was that man,
But through it all the wall remains,
Paint and paper can't disguise the truth,
Memories set in stone, endure.

Olias.