Understanding the image inside a memory
visions become tarnished.

Discovering the picture
in the darkness of dust.

This story takes place in the mind
as the photo I stole of you
begins to fade.

Broken by the dream
the spirit torn apart.

Remembering that old letter
you sent that is now frozen

While you are gone, your silhouette
dances in the drops of rain
as they slowly melt into ice

It can only happen
when it is cold like this,
the moon is out and it is dark.