This Photograph Won’t Fade by Rebecca October 27, 2007

I see the photograph. Sitting there, I wonder how it could have been over just like that.
I wonder why so easily you gave up on me.
The photograph is torn and frayed, but still it won’t fade.
Maybe it will eventually, but for now I will have your memory.
It kills me inside, with every breath I take.
As I watch you go out, you make it all seem alright.
Now your doing that for somebody else, am I right?
The photograph is now tear stained, with what I’ve shed from my eyes.
I’m taking to much time already.
When will I ever feel steady?
Steady to watch lives go by.
Every passing moment, is your next alibi.
The only thing, I wish I did right.
Was my whole entire life.
The photograph, of when we were happy.
Was the only moment, I felt my self-not feeling crappy
The photograph will always be a reminder, of the past, present.
And how we have no future, for the moment.
I sit and wait, for the photograph to fade.
Darkening it’s presents in my life, it won’t ever feel alright.
But why not?
Tonight I’ll sit and wait, for the photograph to fade.
So I can decide my own fate.