Faded Pictures Poem by James Bost

All I see us
I wonder is we were together at the time
if we were holding hands
my destiny come out of you
but the smell of your clothes
twinkles my sence
flowing as its right
making the line go flat
i guess it a time to develop the fantasy
cant see it now cuz
its a faded picture
was it a sunny day
must be
cuz all you have to do is smile
the birds will chirp
flowers will blossum
and i will cry the tears of your name
as every dropp counts
but as of today
we've been apart