When They See Our Pictures

As the sun rises and softly fades down,
We moved away to a different town.
Well, it has been a sad, beautiful tragic,
When our love was a fleeting, beautiful magic.

Your long, handwritten note became old,
Time and place is another thing we can't hold.
Those three small words, once so profound,
Mean nothing now, with love unbound.

As time passed by, you seemed to forget
To get me back until I'm left bereft.
Those promises we swore would last,
Shattered like glass—too fragile to grasp.

A decade has passed, and all feels strange;
You have something new at this current,
You've moved on, while I haven't changed.
All you remember is my name.

But I have one wish before I let go:
When they see our pictures, let them know.
And if they ask, tell them without shame—
When they see our photos, please say my name.