I found an old portrait of me
A friend had painted it
I remember sitting there for hours
Waiting for her to finish
She did a great job I admit
I remember the day it was done
We had first gotten together
I was extremely happy
She wanted to capture it
Which she did
The picture showed I was ecstatic
Now I sit in the darkness
Alone in my apartment
I took it down when you left
I put it away when you didn't return
It reminded me of happier times
When I wasn't contemplating
Suicide
The days are dark
The nights are darker
How I survive them
I'll never know

Days and nights are mixed now
I haven't slept a wink
Since that horried moment
What caused it?
What brought it to that?
Can we go back to how it was?
To the playfullness?
Can we go back to the love?
To when we were happy
Just being together
Not needing anything more
I put the picture up again
I do like it but it reminds me
It pains me

We're back together now
Everything is much better
Sorted things out
Living together
We are happy again
Even happier than the picture.