unspoken feelings <poetry>

Faded Photographs

In faded photographs of days gone by,
I find us both, you and I,
In yearbooks filled with memories of old,
Our younger selves, forever etched in gold.

Through the pages, I trace the lines of time,
Our lives entwined, a story so sublime,
In different curricular activities, yet hearts aligned,
In different classrooms where our dreams first intertwined.

You were a year younger, a boy so shy,
Yet I felt drawn to you, I can't deny,
In every stolen glance, a spark ignites,
A connection, hidden from curious sights.

In sports and arts, we forged our own path,
Our laughter echoed, as we shared a laugh,
In photographs, our joy and dreams revealed,
Moments of innocence, so pure and unsealed.

As I gaze upon these faded pictures,
A flood of feelings, like ripples, it stirs,
In each embrace, a hint of something more,
A secret longing we never did explore.

But time swept us along, we drifted apart,
Our lives diverged, breaking a fragile heart,
And though we moved on, the memories stay,
In those faded photographs, they replay.

Yet here we are, fate's hand bringing us back,
A chance encounter, like stars in the black,
As I hold these photographs in my hand,
I wonder if you too, in them, you've scanned.

Do you recall those moments long ago?
When our hearts danced, and our dreams did grow,
In faded photographs, a story told,
Of a love that never truly grew old.

Now I see you, five years wiser, and bold,
Yet beneath it all, that shy boy of old,
The spark's still there, as we look and smile,
Time may have passed, but the flame's worthwhile.

In these photographs, our youth preserved,
A love that time and distance never swerved,
And as I hold them close, my heart takes flight,
For in them lies a love, so pure and bright.