Photographic Memo Ree - Poem by Blaine Strong
I saw your photo on the wall, I was beginning to feel, you'd never call.
The way you looked 'this isn't real' you whispered to me in the field.
I picked you up, kissed your head.
I'll ne'er forget the way you said 'I love you'
Dreams are gone now doll and I'm but a memory, of a man who stepped on and twisted who I want to be.
Of who you were in brown eyes so bright, weeping my name on a long winters night.
Now I'm lost, direction deemed cloudy,
Blurry visions like a kaleidoscope dance before me.
Still you never call, these are the moments my heart starts to fall.
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