Pictures collect like gusts upon my walls
Was that really "me" last year?
I look so much younger, so much that's nascent in my youthful stare -
Was that really "us" as we knew it?
Dust flecks like dandruff exposed by the glare?
If this photo were a book its spine would be cracked,
And if this book were a page the ink would have long since dried black.
Had the light now shining through the lens hit in any other way,
Perhaps those shadows beneath my eyes might not burn as they do today.
© Crisp
I look so much younger, so much that's nascent in my youthful stare -
Was that really "us" as we knew it?
Dust flecks like dandruff exposed by the glare?
If this photo were a book its spine would be cracked,
And if this book were a page the ink would have long since dried black.
Had the light now shining through the lens hit in any other way,
Perhaps those shadows beneath my eyes might not burn as they do today.
© Crisp