0099. Memory From A Picture Poem by Sunset Moonshine

A memory,
At one point so faint,
And far away.

Waiting for a time,
to come out,
on a special day.

Stale pictures of a loved one,
Vanish beneath your eyes,
Almost like they were never there,
Stolen with out a compromise.

Gray pictures smudged corners,
Burnt edges,
Of a book shelf,
And its ledges.

You hold on to all them pictures,
holding on for dear life,
Last thoughts and memories,
Watching them with there knives.