10 December 2012
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.
Your Photo • Opuss № I