I've been told a time or two
that a picture is worth a thousand words.
A thousand words I never knew.
I now understand what was said.
I hold a picture of you in my hand
and a thousand words fill my head.
A simple picture, a frame of history
where you and I were different.
What went wrong is now a mystery.
You and I are no longer the same.
We are no more, completely torn apart.
Is it you or is it I that is to blame?
I stare at this picture and I wonder,
Who changed first between us?
When did our bond get torn assunder?
Why can we not re-unite again?
Why can't things go back
to the way they were back then?
I may be off, I may be wrong.
These may not be a thousand words,
but these are the words I feel so strong.
Whenever I gaze upon this photo
I wish I had the power to change things
to make things as they were long ago.
But reality sets in and I am aware
that this is just a memory of the past,
and the past you cannot repair.
- December 15 / 2002