by MMD
I open up the photo album
Its pages are stained yellow with age
Look, that’s when we were young together
And there’s the time when we all sat around
The corkwood table
Having a laugh and a drink
Waiting for life to begin
There’s a strange humming noise
That swirls in my head
When I read the notes
Scrawled upon the bottom of the photos
I run my fingers against the words
The old sharpie fades a little bit more
And so too does the sound
I understand why we haven’t added any new photos
To this old, rotting book
With its torn pages
And its shredded leather cover
I’m almost surprised the photos are still there
But sure enough when I open it
The past remains in all its glory
I always put it back in the same place
Every single time
So that I know you know where it is
In case you ever want to dust it off
And run your fingers across the faded words
But it seems that only the cobwebs and I reach for it
As it sits up on the shelf
The book is for you too, you know
I hope you’ll flip through the pictures
Perhaps then you’ll hear the humming too
Maybe you’ll sit at the corkwood table again
And we’ll have a laugh and a drink
Remind ourselves with the photographs
Of when we waited for life to begin
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