Faded Polaroids

Ooh. You remember that sound. The one from our first picture.

I found an old box under my bed. Dust and time and things we

said. There you were, frozen smile. Caught in the frame for just

a while. Hair a mess, eyes so bright. Didn't know that'd be our last

night. The edges curl like we did too. Worn and bent

but still so true. Faded polaroids. Holding on to you.

Colors gone. But the feeling's still true. I don't remember every fight.

But I recall how you held me tight. We talked in pictures more than