migblog

i feel like writing.

faded photograph

sifting through the contents of my stuffy attic room
searching through the boxes that this dust has but consumed
come across some treasures i was sure i'd never see
showing me the life back then of how it used to be:
simple and amusing as a dandelion head
not remembering any mumbled words i ever said
running through the park midday, and losing all my breath
oldness often brings too swift the blow, and childhood's death.
friends that share a lifetime of the fondest memories
set on ink and paper, and a picture by the sea.
black and white, the picture is, on dull sepia glow
'friends forever,' both had said, 'still, when the times are low.'
back i look, and now i find myself near choked with tears
wishing that i had once more the glory of those years.
wonder is the only thing that i can do sometimes --
think of silly things to write and write poetic rhymes.
when i look back at those faces on that portrait blurred
memories come flooding back, my body whole is slightly stirred.
once i see a friendship of the greatest magnitude
now i am left with guilt and sorrow of such amplitude.
reading through your letters i can only sigh and mope
future might seem bleak, but our realtion still has hope
flash and 1, 2, 3 did follow our perfected smiles
all we're left with is the anguish and between us, many miles.
ask of you i do this simple, yet, important wish:
hold my hand, and take me there, and we shall go to bliss.
on the faded photograph, 'i'll see you soon enough'
never did i understand your sweet and sorry gruff.
realizing that i've spent much time remembering the good
rushed and stowed the contents of the past misunderstood.
took away the picture of the pair, of you and me
closed the attic door and hid away the golden key.

gray and brown, the picture stood, alone against the wall.
never did forget to catch me when i had to fall.

all is lost and now forgot, the picture in the wind.
forgive me once, you never did, when i did to you sin.

posted by Open Source Food @ 1:24 AM