Only In Memory

DC Martin

Like a ripple upon a wave in a pond 
that's long since dried up and blown away,
the ghost of a shadow faded, 
sun baked by a thousand yesterdays
these are all that I can see of you now, 
barely a memory,
that image that's now abated, abstract in sensory,
a crumpled wallet photo, 
that was loved till worn so thin,
a cataract upon my minds eye, 
an image burned right in,
all the original lines are gone, 
and the color so impure,
too many factors left unknown now, 
confused, muddled and unsure
so I'll rely on instinct lacking, 
and repaint you how I think you used to be,
and maybe in time you'll again be mine, 
if only in memory.