And to think
I lied in bed
all those sleepless nights
and thought of you

How do I stop loving you?
How do I fall out of love?
It's been months and my heart still has your name written all over it
My lips still ache for the tingle that only yours can leave
My eyes still look for you on every street corner, in every crevice of myself
Your name is still like a broken record in my mind
The image of your eyes still burns when I close mine
My love for you will never die
For I have stayed yours
Come back and be mine

The photos are frozen time.
Not just mine.
But yours.
Theirs.
All.

Once upon a time photos reflected exactly what they are.
Memories.

They were dull.
Colourless.
Unfocused.

But today they shine so bright.
Images reminding us each time we see them, how real things were.

How real we loved.
How real we cared.
How much we cried.
How much we laughed.
How much we miss.

They remind us vividly with their glow;
It all fades.

The laughter fades into the distance.
The tears fade into the atmosphere.
The caring fades to disregard.
This missing fades to hate.

And the love. Well it simply fades.

The simple way it always has.
The way you always remember.

The way in which your parents stop turning off your bedroom light.
The way in which a friend forgets to call.

The way in which your touch will fade.
The way in which I'll forget how soft your skin is.
The way in which you'll replace my warmth.

These four walls will become lonely again.
And I'll remember the one thing that never fades.

To be alone.
Just as the photographs I take.