PHOTOGRAPH

Our photograph  Now torn in half And placed in side the draw One paragraph Love's epitaph That says our loves no more There was a time When she was mine After love's gone The memories linger on All that's left is a photograph As I cling to the past more and more One day she'll see Then she'll come back for me Our photograph  Once torn in half Now faithfully restored I try to laugh About the past But the pain grows more and more ​ There was a time When she was mine ​ After love's gone The memories linger on All that's left is a photograph As I cling to the past more and more One day she'll see Then she'll come back for me ​ Our photograph Faded and cracked Written on the back Our love's forever more