It’s when I glance,

Or when there is a surprise,

Suddenly moments will return,

Reminders of a question,

A time now ill-defined. 

I wonder when the memories

Will turn fond rather than

The pain, all the sorrow,

All the meaning gone.

I write this alone now,

Wondering what eyes 

Will spend any time

Trying to figure out 

The meaning of pictures.

Actually, the point of words,

Where they take us,

How far ‘down the road’

Do we want to travel?

How far do we let ourselves?

There’s a picture in my mind,

A fonder time,

With smiles and nostalgia.

She saved my life back then,

I was drifting along 

Living a double life.

She sent me to be seen,

And suddenly I was given

No choice but to lay down,

And step away for awhile,

And then I woke up later,

Her just sitting by my side.

It’s a picture I can’t remove,

A picture that tells my story.