Photographs

She gave me photos two nights ago,
they're from 2005, I believe.
They're photos of when we went out
to Fargo; me, her and Steve.

I finger through the pics
we took of us at the park.
I noticed standing next to
me made Steve look really dark.

There were a few from New year's
Eve, when we got really, really drunk.
And then I found more Fargo pics,
that's when my heart sunk...

Photographs of her and I
holding eachother close.
The memories came flooding
in. Here's what hurts the most:

These photos show the two
of us, so alive and carefree.
The look in her eyes clearly
show that she was so happy!

That was me! I did that!
I was the one to make her smile!
Why couldn't I keep up the
effort to repeat it once in a while?!

I slipped up, lost my chance,
now I guess I'm stuck alone...
Waiting for the day that she
decides to come back home.

Until then, these photos I will
keep very close to my heart.
Thank you for the memories,
they are, to me, a work of art.

"I noticed standing next to
me made Steve look really dark."
I thought this was gramatically incorrect until I re-read it. I'm over tired obviously. But anyways, This was fabulously written. The sentiment was a little....flatter then most of your work, but how much you treasure said photographs is apparent.
Good work.