An afternoon, under the sun, with you.
The blue skies foretold of a love we thought was true.
What is it that you see, as you let your eyes take in, but that single moment?
A recollection of a forgotten time with joy and laughter,
Weaved into your labouring mind, harrowed by conflicts, tortured by love.
As you gaze at that instant frozen in time,
Do you not feel the growing urge to hitch a ride,
Back to all that was, but could never be?

Your white gown, his daring smile, your flushed skin
As he lifted you up and placed you in the car.
Riding off into the sunset, tainted perception
Of what life could give you as it promised you nothing,
Only tears and lies.
This story painted for a lifetime spend to regret.
Do you wish to blur out these pictures
And burn them in the fire?
These tears, would you forget them for anything but that?

Christmas, new born, a beautiful girl born anew.
In your arms she slept, in her mind she dreamed
Maybe in them she saw a universe, stars, life
And the purpose to all that there is.
And yet, as she lay there, with her eyes clenched shut,
All you could do was smile and feel the happiness of it all.
Can you capture that moment, feel it as it were to be right now?
Does it hurt to know that, one day she would wake up and move on,
Leaving behind your broken heart
To wonder if she’ll ever find her way back.

These pictures on the wall, moments frozen in time,
Pictures on the wall, an instant of countless memories
Spend counting, constantly traversing a mind frame of time and doubt.
Will you sit by the window, old woman,
And watch as the time rolls by?
Wondering, crying, yet never complaining
About the time he swept you
In an undercurrent of blinded infatuation,
Rewarded you and left you with a child,
And that child who never found her way back home.