Only a Picture

Sitting here, I’m frozen in your warm, study glance,

For eyes so tender and sweet, you hold me here in this sinister trance,

I never thought it possible that I’d ever see you again,

I was left with only your memory and the question of what could have been,

Caught up in this moment, my body sits stagnant, here,

Taking in this memory of a time you held so dear,

I would give anything to sit like this for as long as I live,

I’m tired of always wondering what I could have changed; I have nothing left to give,

I let go a sigh as I get to my feet,

A sure sigh of another defeat,

I walk to the light switch, and look up at the bulb, shaky in the fixture,

As I remind myself, it was only a picture.

<3 Webster