Polaroids Lost in Time

Always

The troubled thought that wouldn't stop
The smile that you couldn't help
The flowers in the meadow after a downpour
The songs the birds would heartily sing
The growing leaves that touch each spring
The falling leaves that come and go
The cotton clouds
The angel snow
The burning embers in a dying flame
The tempting whisper on the lips that held my name.

Her.
Its always been.