parched

Photograph

dry and parched, the love we had,

 

deep in my memory,

 

i wander through mirages,

 

like this photo of you and me,

 

and though it's badly weathered ,

 

donned with cracks, it's fading shade,

 

the sweetness lingers deep within,

 

about the love we made,

 

my fist is clenched, the beads of sweat,

 

fragmented, splintered glass,

 

forever leaving one concern,

 

"Why can't i throw it in the trash?"

 

 

 

 

1:37 AM 6/23/2013  ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

old useless photos. 

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