Photo Box Productions

I keep playing all those memories,
the ones from Yesteryear.
Where we would bake together,
and you'd put flour in my hair.

The records keep on spinning,
some times the needle sticks.
I see that as a sign, or is
my mind just playing tricks.

I miss your smile that danced,
as it moved from ear to ear.
The records are now dripping wet,
from every memories tear.

I pick the records up,
So much I want to see again.
but I can't bring myself to stop,
the one that is still playing.

I save our favourite memory.
Its the last one I will play.
It's where we meet again,
on a sunny day.
J.Boyle art Steffi Krenzek