We we were once close;
closer than most but,
pictures are all that's left
of you and I together.
A portrait of you and I
kissing passionately in the cold moonlight.
but as the moon faded so did you.
And I’m left with just the pictures;
your crooked smile, ruby hair ablaze;
everything I need.
A photo of you and I
my arms wrapped around you
looking deep into your eyes.
Ours was the strongest love.
But the pictures fade
as my alarm rings
disappearing:
dreams of a past
that were never present
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