Proof

Sometimes I think I imagined it all

That it was something I played out in my head

Maybe you told me you loved me in a dream

And in my desperation I woke up

And I wanted it to be real so badly

That I made it real

But then I flip through the many albums of us

I pick out the photos where love is all you can see

Those photos are my proof of what was real

That your hand did once enclose mine

That your fingertips did brush against my cheek

That for a swift moment we spoke more with our eyes

than words could ever have said

I hold those photos close to my heart

Because maybe in my darkest moments

I can convince myself that my memories are made up

But what those squares of image hold

Are brighter than the blackest darkness

They are my proof that you were once here

That you were once mine

That you really did love me

If even for a brief and beautiful eclipse of time.