Sometimes faces are just memories
and memories are just the past.
A picture of a face seems to stand very still.
If only we could capture the best part of every single moment
we would have an album of happiness.
Polished happiness in a photo album and at the end of the season,
when the seasons change and the coats are taken off,
when less is more and the warmth seems to fade away from all the color.
We would place the book upon a shelf and forget about it.
The people would remain the same inside.

If I could open up this album and turn to the first page it would be of you
looking up at me.
And us making love just by holding hands.
Smiling in the morning when I see you wake up from dreaming

There is a photographic memory of me driving across the freeway
watching the sunset across the purple rolling hills,
listening to music that can simulate the sky if the sky was a song
and driving faster than the current of the sound that seems to travel across the floating bridge,
all alone watching the world spin around in shapes and shadows.

I know that your album is different than mine, but wouldn't it be something if we could sit down
one day and exchange them and see each motion picture like a pop up book..
A giant butterfly when one wing opens up on the left, and the other on the right,
and even though we are older now, and things that were once magical,
are now dull and are sometimes irrelevant,
we could still smile for a minute and imagine how it feels
to be one floating around the air.

If only you could open me up what would you find?
You d see that I am still, just a little girl
pretending to be a ballerina when no one is looking,
stepping on my tippiest of toes and stretching out my neck
to simulate the swan
hoping that you would just for once
look at me and see that
I am not who you or everyone thinks I am..

I know that sometimes you forget that you are still a child too.
I looked into your eyes yesterday and you were glowing.
I don't have to ask why.
Everything you tell me is with your hands.

Your fingers shake your feelings and in everyway I can beg you for me.
You can take my hands and hold them if you think it will make me closer to you.
I know that there is a book somewhere up there on the shelves of your thoughts,
I feel like dusting it off and opening you up too so I can recognize that there is a little bit of me
in you and so you can realize that
I am not that complicated.

If only you could take me apart like a puzzle piece and put me back together again, maybe then you wouldn't get so bored of me. But yes I admit there must be one piece missing because no matter how many times you try to put me together
I always turn out lopsided.
Do you remember when you were just a boy and
something bad happened to you?
Do you remember that you felt like your world was The world and that it was about to end.. Was it then that you felt your heartbreak and realize that where it hurts, you cant seem to push the weight off your chest?
I know you want to break away from all of me,
but me.... I'm not going to let it go just yet.
It took me years to understand that our lives and the Love that we feel have an expiration date and everything will end.

I want to close your eyes so you can see me.

If I could create the last page of my photo album it would be a scene of us sitting beneath the
willows watching the leaves fall from the Autumn and smiling while
saying goodbye to each other with our lips.
If only we could capture that moment when we first .
If we could captured the first time we ever had a laughed out loud .
If we could capture the firs time held each others hand
as if they were the only hands we'd ever want to hold again.

But things aren't so simple anymore.

You hands could be holding mine
but your heart is held by someone else,
And although I'd like to take you some place,
you've never been before,
you'll still leave and take the easy way,
and put your photo album with me inside, back on the shelf,
Some things are hard to face I know
but I wish wasn't one of them.

I know that you will leave and some day walk away.
I know that because everyone always does, it's ok.
Please promise me that you will put me in your photo album
and remember the time we laid together like cats and sank into one another like two pillows
in a candle lit room..

I wont try to stop you because I'm used to saying goodbye.
I'm always going to remember your eyes.
I'm always going to remember the smile and the stupid things you never wanted to tell me
because you feel stupid for thinking them.
I know about them because I was thinking the same things ..

There was a time, a while ago if only we met each other then,
before the complicatedness before the mess..
If only I could fill the shoes she wore but honey I wear slippers
I cant make much except a cake

Could you close the window now so I can warm myself up
While I watch you slip out of my life

If I give away a piece of me to enough people, do you think
I will eventually separate and completely fade away?
I won t exist in your world or theirs anymore.
I will just be a memory that you will hopefully open up one rainy day
and want to feel me kissing you again like I did back then
and never let that go.
I am only temporary if you
erase my photo.