I thought I saw a picture of you,

once upon a time,

long, long, ago in a faraway place.

An image to embrace,

hold tight in my mind’s eye,

and bring you to life,

with nothing more than a memory,

to reanimate you.

Yes, I thought I saw a picture of you.

Not so much a likeness of you.

Just a simple essence,

a fragrance that still lingers,

only when I’m too tired,

to suppress it.

Why should there be anything wrong,

that a likeness of you,

should still linger?

Because it still matters in this moment.

I have no way to right the wrong,

other than with this simple essence,

floating before me.

With no physical imprint left to embrace,

I continue to rely on this piece of you,

before me,

in a longingly troubled gaze.

Yes, all because I thought I saw a picture of you.