Saturday, May 16, 2009

Porcelain Doll

Your picture face was a porcelain doll
Empty as the room that remains
You’ve lost the memory to accompany the flash
But it’s painfully frozen in the box I just found
Check out my expression, an arm’s length away
It’s laughable now to see how hard I was trying
Standing upright, like a pillar in a storm
Helplessly numb to the wreckage around me
You’ve got this shot now, black and white from a distance
On a dock in the summer somewhere by the woods
Silhouettes joined with no clue it was taken
Forever its breathing heavily, framed only by your eyes
You put a little frame around it
Answering the skeptics who think that love can’t last
With a song in mind, slant rhyme the meaning
Singing “etch my place in you, I was there.”
You’re alive,
Both of you holding a reason
Or at least it appears to be something worth keeping
And somewhere between regret and letting go
If there is such a place
I felt whole

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