Staring at the frame
Hoping it won't disappear,
Holding on to memories
Keeping them near.
Could the meaning fade
Like the pictures ink?
Losing all importance's
Breaking all the links.
Do memories find there way
Into a twisted maze?
Were as hard as you look
You see them in a haze.
Still the days go by
And in my mind you stay,
Waiting to be found
On another day.
