Reminiscence

I opened the desk to look at the only photo I have of you 
the colors have faded 
and the edges are charred 
but I don't remember when or how 
did I do that at some point in a drunken fit 
perhaps to draw my gaze from your beauty 
or to symbolize how I was burned 
the nights are long here 
retired and struggling to find life 
trying not to wait for death 
you were night and day 
love and hate 
truth and deception 
and in our brief time together 
I was more alive than ever before 
or since 
 
you haunt me