An Eye for Composition

remember me, I'm the boy you used to know
i lived down the street for twenty years in a row
we met when our cars both slid out in the road
in front of our high school, slipping in the snow

remember me and the smell of chemicals
that lingered on fingers and always stung your nose
the time that your legs were cold and you asked to wear my clothes
now i can smell you like a darkroom in my home

i will take your wedding pictures
i will sign them with my name
and with my eye for composition
freeze two lovers in my frame
and all you have to do is say "i do."

remember me when I stayed at home alone
writing a love song for a best friend far from home
if you'd stayed or i'd followed, what would we've become?
two loves in a photo in my darkroom hung to dry

i will take your wedding pictures
i will even choose the frames
and with my knack for repetition
i'll go back from where i came
and when i ask if you remember loving me, say "i do."

Because I do.
I promise you, I do.