I hold in my hand pictures
Of a time long since past by.
And the only real thing I see,
Is these images speaking to me.
A tear falls from salty eyes,
As my mind starts to realize,
That those times are pictures now,
And I will never relive those images.
I see you and me back then,
And I forgot what it was like to feel,
Those feelings I felt back then,
For you and me and that time.
I don’t think I could say,
Nor my mind proclaim,
The dreams I once held,
And the words I once gave.
And the saddest thing,
The tragedy above them all,
Is the difference time makes,
How strong feelings fall.
I know the feelings I once had,
Are now trapped in those images
And the ones I hold of you now
Don’t fit those pictures at all.
My heart now is numb, and lost,
But the saddest thing really is,
That all I know of you now
Is how you are a picture to me.
by Ryan Wormald