Pictures Of You

I dare you to watch this and not cry.

This post was prompted by "pictures".
I have just finished reading how 'M' has lost hers.
And after watching 60 minutes last night (something I normally would not do), I found myself looking at pictures of old classmates well into the late hours of the night.

The impact of looking at pictures, the emotional torrent of flooding memories.
And the drowning sensation.
Yet, in complete contrast the overwhelming joy (birth pictures)

Pictures Of You

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost belive that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe the pictures are all I can feel

Remembering you, standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in, holding you close
How I always held close in your fear

Remembering you, running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow
And screamed at the make believe, screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage to let it all go

Remembering you, fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white, so delicate, lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark

Remembering you, how you used to be
Slow drowned, you were angels
So much more than everything
Hold for the last time, then slip away quietly
Open my eyes, but I never see anything

If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
All my pictures of you

Looking so long at these pictures of you
But I never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you

There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
My pictures of you

The Cure