One Photograph….
I have only one photograph of you It’s an old photo It’s an old black and white photo I don’t know when it was taken You were younger, we were young then This photograph was the you before I met you Your hair was shorter, but your smile is the same Sometimes I take the photo out and look at it It makes me smile to think you might be thinking about me at that same moment I don’t think you are. By now I must have become a long forgotten memory But I still look at the photo of you with such fond memories After the smile fades and turns to a frown, I find tears Where are you? How are you? I never got to hold your hand I never got to kiss your lips, I know they were soft I remember you kissing my cheek after hugging me before you left. It was the only hug we were to ever share Yet you still taught me how to love. You gave me the gift of letting myself go for another person, to love another person. When I look at that faded photo of you, I see that I see you Not the you in the photo, but the you I love When I look at that wrinkled photo I see you I see you running towards me I see you lying next to me under the night sky counting stars I see you walking next to me, praying with me, and crying with me Almost like you are still here, like you never left, and like I never gave up When I see that old black and white photo I miss you I miss my friend You’re like some ancient dream or a child’s nightmare haunting me Sometimes I look at this piece of paper with your image on it and it takes me back to the time we spent together It makes me wish it was real, and we were together Just like we said we would always be, just like heaven, not real. When I take out this old photo of you and stare deep into your eyes I think mostly one thing Thank you I love my wife today the way I do because of the way I loved you then You taught me to be a best friend first and to never give up on my dreams When I look at this one photograph I see myself Thank you Holly…
