Cave

I am a cave.
Sometimes filled with shiny rocks.
Sometimes filled with bat crap.
take your pick.
Each step echoing as you walk further and further into this wet, dark, deep cave.
take your picture.
The flash illuminates the dark corners and fills the empty space with a sudden warmth.
Your voice booms as you comment on the rough corners and pointy edges.
take your leave.
Youve stayed long enough.
Soon your footsteps will be permanantly indented into my ground.
I cant have that.
Because the absence after you leave filles me with such pain, I'd wish someone would light
a stick of dynomite and let me "cave in" on myself.
Does this make sense?
I want you to stay.
Become a resident in this hole of mine.
Paint the walls,
add your touch.
You light up my darkness.
I am a cave, all sparkling and beautiful,
when i have your foot prints, voice, and color inside.