10 December 2012
All we were
And all we had
Have faded to
A sepia photograph,
Snapshot of a
Perfect summer love,
Tinged, burned,
By time and distance,
Corners furled,
Premature ageing
Of our hearts,
Though we hold on to
Our youth, forever young,
Hand in hand,
In the borders of
A sepia photograph.
Sepia Photograph • Opuss № I