Pictures of Loved Ones

They are looking me in the eye.
This pain wells up inside of me.
This pain when loved ones die.

There are pictures of them, up there.
Their bodies are rotten,
how come I still care?

They are long gone,
but forever loved by flesh and blood.
They had rested before they were withdrawn,
from that warm place under the lawn.

To be placed forever in my beating heart.
Never to part.

You were nothing to some,
But, pictures of loved ones still hag forever on these walls.
Some are blind to these pictures of what they had become.
Except one.