Snapping picture after picture,
Still frames in my mind.
Looking back at all of
Our good and bad times.
Trying to make out
The Blur in my brain.
This picture has no negative,
It’s driving me insane.
No memory is the same,
They’re all different in some way.
But we can reenact s few happy moments
To make this darkness go away.
In a dark room with a red light
Where pools of tears wait
To develop our lives
And black out the Cries.