Memories

You say you're feeling close, although
The more I say, the less you know.
And as I fade in to the deep,
it's but a picture that you'll keep.

This image becomes stagnant,
desperately gripped as a final memory,
representing nothing of the present,
but a lasting link to the distant past.

And yet you'll never let it go,
the only me you'll ever know,
reminding you our love was cheap,
it's but a picture that you'll keep.