I found it there among some books,
The kind of place where no one looks,
That album of old photographs,
The ones that used to make us laugh.
Old memories of days gone by,
Those pictures made me want to cry
For they were all of you and me,
And they showed how we used to be.
But times have changed, and pictures fade,
As did the love which we once made.
Those photos of the past we share,
I wish I’d never found them there.
Sept. 5, 1990
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