old photograph sitting in the drawer
photographs don't lie
even if they were yellow
even if your smile
was frozen, back in time
when you were eighteen
it was an accidental snapshot
neither of us were prepared
do we throw away memories
or keep them hidden
in drawers, where dust collects
stardust, no sorry, i was mistaken
it's only age that has gotten into
the photograph of us, no i'm mistaken
again, these things get blurry after
a while, only you were in the photograph
smiling, and i'm still wondering where
was i, way back then, was it really
so far back in the past, i'm only sure
right now i am twenty five.
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