I've been looking so long at these pictures of you,
That I almost believe that they're real...
-Pictures of You by The Cure
Staring at this book, this cure, in the corner of the room, I can almost see your face. Looking at you, half-hidden by shadows from the dying fire, I can almost remember your eyes. Those dark, haunted eyes that seemed to manage pride for me. Would you be proud of me now? Would your eyes shine after seeing what I've done to you?
Staring down at these wrinkled pages, the noise in the room drown out by the echos of your laughter, I can almost hear your voice. That voice that was strained for all but me. How could you talk to me so gently when your future lay in my hands?
Looking down at these pictures of you, I almost believe they are real. I almost believe that you're sitting here next to me, your hand on my shoulder, your black eyes filled with pride. I can feel the room fade away, the other students leave me now, and feel you here with me.
But then I turn the page, the worn page of my faithful photo album, and all that fades away. You fade away. And all I have are these pictures of you and my failing memories.
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