PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

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 perfumed danced upon my pillow

when I awoke so vivid twas it

that for a few seconds almost deja-vu

I found myself looking for you



Ah yes, then I remembered

twer only a fitful dream

for I was still here

and you still afar

yet I cherished this moment

as if were real



Your picture now will disapear

hidden back into the throws 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  



Dennis