I sit and I stare

I sit and I stare

At a picture wishing I was there

Contemplating the moment

Reminiscing on the past

Remembering how it was

Realizing time passes way too fast

Old friends never forgotten

But I know that they do change

Most beautiful at a moment

Now they are a bit too strange

From incredible and lovely

To gruesome and grotesque

Some are searching for riches

Some are stuk in just one place

I am of the second type

Contemplating the day I see your face

Or maybe of the first

Yet to this picture I cannot help but gaze

A counterfeit - a forgery

Wishing I could be right beside

I stretch my hand and touch the trims

Wishing I could jump in side

From your aura and aroma

To the sparkle in your eyes

I can picture everything

When open are my eyes

When they are close

There you are with me

Forgot the name of V

Replaced it with loyalty and fidelity

So farfetched

That I must admit

To stare at this image and this thought

Here longer I will sit