a memory of you

If I could hold, 
for one moment, 
a memory of you
like an unprinted photograph
black and white
sure to make me blue
I would choose to remember the good times
before either of us knew
the damage we could do
if I could hold, for one moment,
a memory of you

if I could hold,
in my lifetime,
a love to keep me warm
I would probably refuse it
or misuse it
with the instinct of my scorn
but maybe the stars will be aligning
and I could be reborn
a brand new morning
if I could hold, for one moment,
a memory of you