Every once in awhile a picture sparks a memory.
|Jim Croce sang about photographs and memories
And only having those left, but I thought it silly
To be stuck with only tears and thoughts
Until I woke up one morning to find myself
Very alone and looking to shiny coated paper prints
And remembering your warm embrace, now gone.
A scratched old song on a worn CD saves me
The bitter tears and loneliness as I thumb smear
And dog ear photographs and memories.