This photograph
Reads like an epitaph
Scrawled on Birthday tomb-frame
In light of you, it just wants to break
Harrowing web-crack in tact design
As arrows attacking that depth
Perceived between you and I
Tidal wave eyes which sent
The signs I first applied
To each obvious try
At subtlety; that irony
Is the gossamer dust
Feathered across us,
Bound by four walls
Where found reason you'd fault
Cameras for capturing you at all
Because, in the flesh,
Nothing combats
Or tacks limits on your part
So, sorry for the golden flash
But someone saw through those
Smiles sported, being so close
To something greater than perfect;
They knew I'd appreciate
That I had
At least a single photograph
To reminisce how simple it'd been
For me to make you laugh
As well, recall: The hours
Spent on phone calls
Between two kids who'd never seen through
More than a mere few minutes
On any and all other truths
But it's no surprise, you've admitted
Seeing as we're essentially
The same person
And we've always been
The only Best Friend ever had
Who we could stand
To keep up with
Be up with to such late ends
Among those thousand other traditions
By which we play
Tribute to at midnights
Or afternoons, or sunrises, but every day)
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