Photographic Memory

I seek solace in your imprinted shadow 

Resting in the spot you once laid

Trying to recall the touch of your hands 

As the Sunday moon creeps in 

I look at the pictures of how we once were 

Thinking we would always be like this

I guess pictures are only meant to capture a moment 

That will only be recalled in memories 

As I lay in the spot you once dreamt in 

I wonder when I'll awaken from this nightmare 

And watch you sound asleep beside me

As we use to be on the weekends