I Fell, Pictures Of You Poem by Piscine Kipling

As I gazed at you and felt every picture's scene and subjects,
Flipping the pages of your book of memories I felt wondrous
Snapshots that captivates brief moments of perfect bliss
Erasing all negative thoughts, judgmental I am the less

I can be called many things, hypocrite, arrogant, hind sighted
Not abating is my hatefulness, warped and deceived my mind
And then I see you there, in fields colored green as aged lime
With an infant in hand all your loving is what he will find
Temporarily I lose myself, feeling fresh, born in a new time

The autumn backdropp as trees change their hues, shedding soon
As you are walking through, maybe you felt a spirit guiding you
I only wish I was there too, desiring missed memories brings dues

Of why I'm not there with you, cowardly and wretched is what I am
In my world, things look different from what I had once dreamt
Cynical and deeply troubled now, nothing can elude my detest
I fear in soon time I will dislike what was captured by the lens