When you model so gently,
it makes me watered.
There you go again,
making that doll-looking face.
That makes my heart ache.
Whenever I have time to see them,
I realize it's from yesterday.
Then, realize it's from last week.
Last month.
Last year.
You know,
things fly so quick.
It's true.
Makes it all old and dead.
Like that photograph.
