I had a picture in my wallet
But I got drunk one night and lost it
I found comfort in a lost prophet
And tried to capture an image of it
 
It had your crystal-like eyes
And a smile that made December shine
A snapshot of a moment in time
Those beautiful eyes that opened mine
 
The portrait of an idea conceived
There’s more to life than an angry teen
I never did believe in make-believe
But your picture made me dream
 
I had a picture in my wallet
But I got drunk one night and lost it

2 Comments

  1. This poem could have been much longer, but in extra length, it would have lost the meaning. In other words, in it’s brevity, is it’s truth. A simple but oh, so sad little story, that has much unspoken in it, regret writ large. Thank you for being the poet who wrote it.

Share your thoughts

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.