{flashback: 2 years ago} I felt his callused fingertips brush back my hair Felt a gentle pressure against my back Felt the insistent smile tugging at my lips I felt like a smitten wreck The weight slightly pulled away I looked around with a frown There he was, the man of my dreams Guitar in hand, lighting up my town He plucked the strings like he did my tears His soft voice sang photograph My heart skipped a beat Didn't I find a piece of beautiful craft _____________________________ {Flashback: 1 year ago} My knees buckled The golden became grey The lights became blurred This was all a sick play It couldn't be true He'd come again, guitar in hand, smirk on face He'd sing to me again when tears would take over me This was a non-negotiable case He was MY piece of art He was MY love We were to die together arm in arm I'd be in his arms again, soft as a dove I'd be safe again I'd feel precious again His arms were home This was unreal pain Burning hot anger took over me I threw anything that came in sight The sharp shatter of glass took me aback A photograph of both of us on one of many amazing nights I sank in a puddle of water Roses strewn across the floor somehow I don't remember when my tears made a larger puddle than the tap water It's a lifetime's wait now ____________________________ {Flashback: 11 months ago} I didn't shed a tear I stood there in my black dress Too beautiful for the occasion Without him I was a mess The hands that once strummed a guitar for me Now lay unmoving on his chest He looked at peace His hair no more a bird's nest His eyes were closed and so did mine The perfect eyes a photograph brown hidden That was good though To me, familiar, to others forbidden _______________________________ {Currently} I stood on the balcony Looking out at the almost set sun The glass of wine in my hand still untouched My hair in a bun A faint melody reached my ears I dismissed it It's New York, There would be melodies even in a pit _We keep these love in a photograph_ Wine sloshed out of the glass _We made these memories for ourselves_ It felt like no time had passes _Where our eyes are never closing_ His beautiful brown eyes closed _Hearts are never broken_ On the blurry floor, petals of a rose _Time's forever frozen still_ The feeling of never loving again _So you can keep me, inside the pocket of your ripped jeans_ His beautiful smirk, a stain The song ended Another started playing _Cuz what about angels_ My beautiful love, never staying _They will come, they will go, make us special_ In his arms, I was safe In his arms, I was perfect In his arms, I was no more a shell Life goes on, everyday just like this Memories overwhelming I'll make it through though Just wishing he was with me in this
