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I saw you in an old picture,

You, ever the same, but now

with your new last name.

A smile came upon me,

sad smile just the same.

I pondered to myself,

"Why had I kept this

all these years?"

The tears had washed away your vividness,

Yet there were still nights I swore that I could still smell you.

Your scented perfume danced upon my pillow

when I awoke so vivid 'twas it,

that for a few seconds, almost déjà vu,

I found myself looking for you.

Ah yes, then I remembered,

'twas only a fitful dream,

for I was still here,

and you still afar.

Yet, I cherished this moment

as if it were real.

Your picture now will disappear,

hidden back into the throes of the aged box

that stores it from so long ago.

And I shall walk away once again

from you,

from your memory,

from your smell,

from your taste.

Back...to where I belong.