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Feb 2011
There are framed memories of a man and woman
They're placed together on a small table
They smile and smile to those who view them
Those who envy the captured love immortal

Near the table sits the woman
Her face buried in her arms
Tear spots cover her sleeves and fingers
Pouring from a broken heart

One more look at the framed memories
The man packs his clothes
One more look before he leaves
He has decided to live alone

Once outside, he reaches in his pocket
Pulls out a picture he used to keep safe
The first of him with the woman
He rips it in hopes the memory would fade

Before he goes, he checks the time
His watch frozen on the hour o' seven
He then corrects it with a few winds
Moving the hour hand to eleven

With a slight tick,
It went in reverse
Then came a tock,
The seconds went backwards

The watch sped up
In its clockwise counter
First seconds, then minutes,
then reverse by the hour

The man's life memories flashed all around him
The pictures on the table back at home were alive
Each memory, each photo, every thought and emotion
Revealed to his heart a renewed mind

Every memory with the woman framed back at home
Revealed itself in reverse, reminding him of his love
The watch continued to rewind, then started to slow
Eventually it stopped the backwards flow

He checked his watch once again
The seventh hour displayed
Around, a familiar ambiance
The ripped photo did not fade

His first moment with his love
Captured in a photograph
He remembered how it all started
He remembered the love he used to have

The watch then moved forward with double the speed
The memories before him passed
It stopped at eleven, before he would leave
The first photo, intact, in his hand

He put it back in his pocket
Wiped away his tears
Realized that he still loved her
The woman in the photos throughout the years

He ran back inside
found his still crying lover
They both exchanged apologetic stares
And ran to hold each other

He kissed her with a renewed love
From the framed memories in the room
She held on, forgiving, embracing his hug
As he promised "I will always love you"
Daniel Christopher Chavez
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