​Looking through
Long lost pictures
The look
Her eyes
The way
She looked at me
Truly loved me
The real thing
Or as close as a woman can get
But memory fades
Only a picture
Can bring it back
Memories so strong
What happened
How does love get lost

There was no single day
No moment
But little by little
Love ebbed away
A disappointment here
A bit of proof there
Realizing the other
Fell short of the ideal

No longer the little gestures
The little notes
The joy
Even the memory
Until all that remains
A dusty picture in a shoebox
Of once upon a time
No one else would even care
I wouldn’t even remember
Without the pictures