I stumbled across an old picture of us,
An old Polaroid, from our time at the beach.
Your hands all wrapped around my waist,
I smile, thinking of the good old days.
My heart overflowed with happiness and love,
When did we lose it? When did it get so tough?
When did I burn out from your heart,
Only to be replaced by the flame of love for her?
Nights still pass by, when I put myself to sleep,
Thinking about what we could have been.
But I guess my time was up,
And you knew that before I did.
So now as the Moon goes to bed,
I put away the picture in the drawer of your memories.
With tears in my eyes.
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