your pictures can not break me,
the thoughts of you like searing pain that bring me to my knees, can not break me. 
mercy with your heart for my soul, is not enough, the light of day, is not enough, the marching band
playing is not enough. teen years gone. innocence gone. yearbooks signed and dismissed,
letter-men jackets hanging in the closet, scrap books, friendships, gone.
the light of day came only once for me and when it did,
you were with me and it was autumn and the leaves were falling
as we promised each other a love of immortality.