Blow off the dusty cover.
Turn a page and lightly touch the yellowing pages.
Remember another time.
Smiling faces buried in the sunlight, blurred.
Daisies stretch towards the sky.
Our first words and our first memories
Caught a bird, mid-flight
Take a step back, look with new eyes
At old familiar stories.
The photographs tell a well known tale
From the half I'd never heard
The pages fall like leaves, the spiral unravels
I see now all I'd missed
These people, these places and all these nights
You're the ghost haunting these scenes.
New meanings, new feelings, an altered imagination
Both the sweet and the sorrows
You've been beside me all this time
I just haven't noticed.
Turn to the last page, with its empty pockets
A strange silence falls...
Inscribed in the blankness of the pages
A thousand questions with a thousand answers.
A heaviness, a kind of sadness
That just lingers out of touch
But I know you better now,
That's all that matters.
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