The photograph

 

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A mirrored reflection caught my eye

A black and white picture of you and I

Behind the reflection, rose colored walls

Sounds of love songs echoing down halls

 

Through the tracks of needles and tapes

Spun out of swelling love and heartbreaks

Time swirled around and streamed through

A broken part of me to a broken part of you

 

Shared memories linger in that ideal frame

A sequenced montage that calls out my name

As I gaze closely at the photograph once again

I glimpse the anticipation we could not contain

 

When our favorite song invited us to dance

We seemed to have been captured in a trance

The image keeps us locked in eternal embrace

What happened next, there is no sign or trace

 

That appears to be the way of sweet dreams

Where the magic is not as perfect as it seems

But as I lay my weary head and return to sleep

I rewind our love song that still makes me weep