17 September 2012
Did you take that photo of us?
Did you pin it up?
Or does it sit, forgotten,
Pressed between the pages
Of an unloved letter
Waiting, lonely,
The way I wait for you;
I'll wait forever,
Like a plucked flower left to
Dry and become more fragile
Over time, until I turn to dust,
I'm already dead,
Am I forgotten also?
Or do you look at our photo
And remember why our hearts
Belong together?
Photo Of Us • Opuss № I