It is strange that I should be sitting here thinking of you…So late at night. I caught myself wanting to look at your photographs.
And like a child a couldn’t help myself, I had to look.
When I saw your face I smiled. And remembered how things used to be. I laughed recalling all the things we used to do together. Then I paused starring back at your smiling face. Solemn before the tears began to flow. I could no longer hold the pain.
How could I ever forget your face? I could remember you and how you made me feel. But I could not remember your face until I pulled out the photographs that held your face. Forgive me. I can only remember you in these old photographs and sometimes vivid dreams that are so far and few between.
When I see these old photographs, that bare your face, it brings me back. To time long ago forgotten. To us frozen in time. To a place I can never again go. Faded moments in the fabric of time. Forgive me of my tears, the years haven’t been kind. You are gone old friend…”To the undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns”.
And there is no way for me to reach you. To be with you. To spend an afternoon…With you. You have gone away. And I can only hope and pray that someday I will meet you again. In a smile from stranger, a kiss from a lover anything to feel you near again. I can’t wait for an afterlife. I miss you far too much to wait.
Your absence is like an unquenchable thirst. I just can’t get enough of you. But it will never be enough, because you’re not here with me. It breaks my heart, the very fiber of my soul to know it. Although time creeps on, I still haven’t moved on. And all I have left of you are these old photographs. Wait for me, because I can’t wait to see you again.