Sad Song Challenge
Title: Photographs and
Memories
By: Snarks
OCs: Unnamed couple
Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent
to me
All that I have are
these
To remember you
Thanksgiving is done.
Christmas is coming up fast. Too fast. It's been
a year now that I've
been without you. A year alone in our bed, in our
house, our home that we
built together. Your shirts are still hanging in
the closet. When I
walk into the house I still smell your cologne.
It's stronger today for
some reason.
I've decided that today
is the day I go through the house and box up
your stuff. I
know. I know. I've tried to do it before and I didn't
get far. I got
lost in the memories and ended putting everything back where
I found it. But
today is the day I finally get the job done.
I sit here wearing that
silly straw boater you bought at Gas Light Village.
I swear I can feel you
sitting beside me. Look, here's that bit of slag
we picked up on the
shore in Maine, the one that's shaped like a turtle. Ok,
I know, you don't see it
but if you turn it this way and look at it in
a certain light...
there, you can just see the head... and the tail
there. See?
He's looking back over his shoulder. Yeah, I knew you'd see
it if you looked closely
enough.
Well, let's check out
the first box. Ah! My back muscles are pulling!
Bad angle to try to pull
that heavy box in. I'm just getting too old
for this. Neither
of us is as young as we once were... I'm not as young as
I used to be. God,
I miss you.
What's this? You
actually kept this? You were so angry when I washed your
new white shirt with the
red socks and turned it pink, and then you go and
save it? Yeah, I
remember. You turned my backside the same shade of pink
as the shirt after that.
You never wore it after that, but you saved it?
Even now you can still make
me laugh when it's the last thing I want to do.
Hey, wait. There's
something in the pocket here. Wow, the picture of us on
the boardwalk in Salt
Lake City. God it was cold that day! Honestly,
whose idea was it to
walk on the beach at sunrise in the middle of
December? And you
had to chase the guy who took the picture because he
ran away with the
camera, remember?
Your jacket. It
still smells like your pipe tobacco. How long has it
been since you stopped
smoking that thing and this jacket still smells
like it. Boswell's
Best, yeah, that's what it was called. I used to love
to hug you when you wore
this jacket. I'd just inhale and get lost in
the scent as you wrapped
your arms around me and held me closer.
Sometimes I felt as
though I'd just melt right into you and we could stay
that way forever.
God, I miss you so much.
This old sweater?
We bought this years ago! What were we, twenty?
Twenty five? And
you still have it? Look at the cuffs! They look like
a rabid dog was chewing
on them. I'm feeling a little chilly, you won't
mind if I wrap this
around my shoulders, do you? Put it on? Yeah, that
makes more sense.
Wow, what were we thinking when we bought
this thing? Those
colors! But it was thick and warm, and I guess this
was the 'in' style 40
years ago, so who can really blame us, right?
Memories that come at
night
Take me to another time
Back to a happier day
When I called you mine
I dreamed of you again
last night. We were back in the woods, setting
up camp. I was
trying to start a fire with damp, green wood. You knew
it wouldn't work but you
just figured if I kept trying I'd eventually get the
hint... do you remember
that?
It started to rain and
we ran into the tent only to find it had sprung a leak.
We ended up spending the
night in the back seat of the car. Thank God it
was a big car, huh?
And thank God we were far enough away from other
campers and that the
storm was loud enough to drown us out.
And the next morning,
when I took the charcoal and portable grill out of
the trunk you didn't
know whether to be mad at me for struggling
with the wood fire, or
laugh. Lucky for me you settled for laughing. Too
many branches available
and I really wasn't in the mood to cut a switch.
I'm not getting anywhere
with this box, hon. I'm going to go upstairs and
see what I can get
accomplished up there for now. I'll get back to this later.
Whoops, didn't make the
bed this morning. I guess I was distracted, let
me take care of that
now. I remember how worked up you used to get when
I didn't straighten the
bed out in the morning. Ok, ok, not worked
up, necessarily... more
like mildly annoyed, is that better?
There. Now that
it's straightened out I can sit on it and rumple it up
again. So tell me
what was the point of straightening it out in the
first place? Ah
well. Let's see what we have here.
A box of photographs?
Look at us! How old were we here? Oh, you
didn't. Tell me I
just need to put my glasses on and that you're not
actually holding up
'bunny ears' behind my head in this one. Why didn't I
ever notice that before?
Where was this taken, do you remember? Look on
the back? Well
that makes too much sense! Yellowstone National Park.
Heh, yeah, we kept
annoying the people next to us by doing our Yogi and
Boo Boo imitations.
Here we are in Papohaku
Beach Park. I got the worst sunburn that day.
You didn't want to say I
told you so but you didn't want to rub it in. No
pun intended.
Remember how we laid
there that night because I couldn't sleep, and we
talked about where we'd
like to go next? I remember Scotland came up,
and Italy. You
really wanted to drive on the 'wrong' side of the street,
just once. We
never did manage to do that, did we?
I'm a little fatigued
suddenly. I'm just going to put these away for now
and take a nap, now that
I've messed the bed up again, right? I promise
I'll finish this later.
Yeah, later.
Photographs and memories
All the love you gave to
me
Somehow it just can't be
true
That's all I've left of
you
Photographs And
Memories
Songwriter: Jim Croce
Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent
to me
All that I have are
these
To remember you
Memories that come at
night
Take me to another time
Back to a happier day
When I called you mine
But we sure had a good
time
When we started way back
when
Morning walks and
bedroom talks
Oh, how I loved you then
Summer skies and
lullabies
Nights we couldn't say
goodbye
And of all of the things
that we knew
Not a dream survived
Photographs and memories
All the love you gave to
me
Somehow it just can't be
true
That's all I've left of
you
But we sure had a good
time
When we started way back
when
Morning walks and
bedroom talks
Oh, how I loved you then
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