Pictures Of You

I'm not sure how much life is left in this,
Maybe it drained away each time we tried?
Unlike the connection I hope still exists,
The flowers have long since died and dried.
But the colour remains, richer yet than before;
Perhaps things intensify with time?
Maybe the vibrancy of you and me will endure,
Although it has faded in my mind.
The picture now is crumpled and creased;
Perhaps I held it way too tight,
Not ready for the memory to cease,
Even though it wasn't dazzling bright.
All the words, each single one,
Had etched themselves onto my heart.
Now where you wrote them, far from undone,
Scars have replaced their subtle art.
History is a record on repeat,
But each time the music starts, it's not the same,
So I get caught up in the beat
And don't notice when the tune has changed.
But every time I dance as if
It is the first time I have ever done;
It may take longer to catch the riff,
But by that time the fear has gone.
I started to dance and move with you;
I am still swaying to your song,
But our rhythm is still somewhat confused
And our tempo ended up all wrong.
The steps I lost, I'll try to find,
Those moves that set my heart alight;
The photo is still in my mind:
The snapshot of when we got it right.
And maybe when I've captured those,
In memories that I can't lose,
I'll understand the road you chose
And hope one day the same we'll choose.