Photograph

“Good people and good times, mistakes and hard feelings poured from a shoe box”
-Peter Morris, “Pictures of You”

Every few years you wake me up.
Digging round the closet, I’m here
Left of the skeletons and Albequerque.

I don’t know why you bother
You suffer when you see me.
Like a Catholic grieving his religion.
How do you think that makes me feel?

I always have a smile when I see you
We reminisce about old jokes, the times man.
Those were some damn good times.

You smile and laugh about back then, but
It’s ruined with that morose grin. Bittersweet Blue.
Then you put your hand on my shoulder,
And you lead me back to my shoe box,
Then you decide it’s okay that I stay awhile more.

A memento of times come and past.
A memory put under glass, I’m here
Watching you, watching me, watching you
Just a smile upon a photograph of two.