Portrait of Destruction

So here is a little something I wrote. Im not too proud of it..but it means alot to me so I decided to put it on here.

A snapshot,
One still frame frozen in time,
that's what he made of this love.
Step by step his eyes were on mine as he backed out the door. Wonder in his eyes and a smile on his face, I thought for sure this wasn't goodbye. It wasn't over for me...I don't think it ever will be. If I could go back I wouldn't change a thing. His eyes, his voice, everything about him inspires me. He took from me any possibility of love and kept for himself the portrait of his destruction.