The Photograph

Although the pictures faded
and the black has turned to gray
The white is kind of yellowed
you can hardly see the face
I remember when it was taken
the love we felt back then
It was the love of innocents
that captured us, my friend.

We lived so carelessly inside,
not wounded hearts to mend
Among the wishes of the young
and dreams that soared within
Even though our younger days
were filled with love anew
We never thought that broken hearts
would tear us both in two.

A night that filled our souls with love,
and passion was released
Nine months of worry then tiny sounds
of baby breaths and grief
We were too young to make a home
for what our passion brought
In this tiny little photograph,
lies the evidence of loss.

Now years have come and gone for us,
we went our separate ways
And distant is the love we knew,
that left us there that day
And though I think of me and you
and dream from time to time
There is no chance of turning back,
reliving every line.

A soul was lost to us that day,
so many years ago.
The little girl that we created,
must now be fully grown.
I hope she comes and finds me,
or they tell her where I'm at
Until I see her face to face,
I'll love this photograph.