Tints of sephia

Tints of sepia   

When I reflect on those sepia tinted memories of us 

To the time when I was happy 

When we were happy, I am breathless. 

As I retrace the ink across your back
your memory radiates my soul  

your voice resounds in my head 

it annihilates me

I relive the laughter 

 the tears the ...lies 

 I adjust the intensity on my heart 

I breathe 

 I erase the nostalgia  

And filter out the memories 

The illusion of who you were fades 

The man I thought you were 

The one you led me to believe in 

Is now gone. 

I fight! 

Your absence pains me 

It strengthens me 
it mutates me 

I breathe!  

 Our unfinished business remains
The ink has dried and those tints, those memories

strategically added into my life 

no longer manipulate the way I feel

 I see 

They were perfectly balanced complimenting the illusion  

I now see the technique that was involved, 

The real image 

As I look back on those tints I now see 

Beauty that that real image holds 

The beauty that was there along  

Me!