Ink photograph

The ink picture is framed so perfectly,
Hanging straight upon the wall,
Images of us, my friend,
Your arm around my shoulder, standing so tall,

The background behind us is blue,
And the sun light reflects upon your eyes,
They stand out now more than ever,
You were always beautiful,

Our hair hangs around our shoulders,
In a twisted mess of black and gray,
Our shades covered half our faces,
They were ridiculous and cliche,

The ocean sparkled behind us,
And our bodies itched for the salty oasis,
But i remember how we needed the photographs,
I promised I would always make you remember,

I can recall the frustration of the photographer,
But we needed our picture just right,
We insisted we looked perfect,
And that the camera sketch us black and white,

The way we smiled that day,
My cheekbones ached from laughter,
Our stupid little jokes and gags,
Half of which I can't even remember,

The sparkle in your eyes,
Oh, I remember their beauty,
So dull and gray now,
They are long lost memories to me,

I sit beside your hospital bed,
And I know your time as almost arrived,
I whisper a prayer for you,
As a tear escapes my eye,

I watch your chest rise and fall,
Such a difficult task for you now,
I know I lost you along the line,
But I can't remember how,

As I sit beside you now,
I stare at the photographs hanging so perfectly on the wall,
I miss our memories and good times,
But i miss YOU most of all.