Tonight, your face looks perfect
in the picture on my wall.
It hasn't changed in years,
but I see something new in it.
It was just a moment.
Not even my favorite.
But one of the few that was captured
that I keep all to myself.
The more I stare,
the more I look too far into it.
Over- thinking and analyzing..
We're just smiling.
Tonight, your smile is perfect;
the one that's rarely captured.
I love to remember it,
even if this one is old, and perhaps dead.
Tonight, I let my brain relax.
And you are perfect.
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