Please Just Take These Photos From My Hands

The yellowed page of the books and books I'd forgotten that I had

These paperbacks

They know their age

They smell of weight and time that's resting warm

The opened box beside the endless box parade that haunts my house

Is fit to split

With photographs that tell the wanderlust of years smashed on to years



When all this actual life played out where the hell on Earth was I

I rack my brains but it won't come

Through water damaged bloodshot eyes

The fleeting triumphs

Brazen lies

All seem to mingle into one



I read your name under words in your elegant hand

You probably don't mean now

I fold the letter

And think of a million and one things that I could have done different



When all this actual life played out where the hell on Earth was I

I rack my brains but it won't come

Through water damaged bloodshot eyes

The fleeting triumphs

Brazen lies

All seem to mingle into one



One gigantic fairy tale of friends I haven't seen in years

Drinking 'til the daylight hurts

You seem friendly

Who are you

That's a lot of wine that we got through

We've made playtime look like work



Please just take these photos from my hands

Please just take these photos from my hands



Please just take these photos from my hands

Please just take these photos from my hands



Please just take these photos from my hands

Please just take these photos from my hands



Please just take these photos from my hands

Please just take these photos from my hands