Your Photo

His photograph; now faded,
The colors were once bold,
His bright smile now sepia,
A past memory of old.

Your laugh is fading,
From my memory,
Your eyes are not sparkling,
I miss you dearly.

Why did I lose you,
Your memory's grown old,
Because of that fateful accident,
On that night so cold.

All that's left of you,
Is a picture in a sepia tone.
With no one to comfort me,
You left me all alone.

Time to forget,
Keep going, move on,
I've been bitter,
For way too long.

I guess that coffee-stained picture,
Yellow with age,
I'll just fold up,
And turn another page.