Art for Heartaches (Poems)

Photographs

I watched it fade.
Saw every crack.
Noticed every blur
when it was too late.
His hope and her love;
our age and your respect.
I remembered
as you dreamed to forget.

We watched the image
succumbed to time.
Slowly
it aged,
crinkled,
and washed out.

Until it was no more. 

#Aug022015