Have you ever sat
and thought of a long
lost
love?

Day dreaming of
what
they're currently
doing? What they're seeing?

Maybe, they're kissing
their new love

Or

Maybe, they're just
washing dishes from
last nights roast

Or

Maybe, they're
just sitting there
Holding a photo
of you

Letting out a little smirk
with a mild chuckle
at the awkward looking
teenage couple  

Remembering what it was like
to brush your hair with
their fingers

The softness of your cheeks
before your
scratchy beard invaded

How it didn't matter
that it was 3am
You were going to count
the stars

When we didn't argue
over this stupid election
The only direction we moved
was the furthest from
reality

But,
eventually we were caught
and time pulled us
to our current state

Holding photographs