a thought

[paper_gown]

i thought you were beautiful
but you've been lost amongst
a thousand black and white prints.
i swear that i would read
and re-read your words,
in order for you to live on.
i told you that you were
my reoccurring dream.
in an endless field of white flowers,
you seemed to glow.
you used to be perfect.
do you remember?
and now i see you against the dawn,
just as i had captured you,
over and over again.
i miss you.