注释:Looking backat the photographs of meStare intoeyes I used to seewith They areglowing warm withmemories thatstick like syrupThis one's fromwhen i was (just) a boyToo young todream or be employedBliss swept mycountenance asI was climbingup the playhouseIre-callthefee-lingButdon'tre-callit'snameI can see melookingright back at meThrough theone-way glassOf aphotograph(and)All of the thingsI thought andAll of the fightsI fought Areghosts insidethis frameAnd so I turnthe pageHere I ambraking into teensMy look isconfident and greenMy hair wasbrown but like Cobain'sand I wasscared and hungryFor feelinganything at allThe flight thatcomes before the fallThe taste thatgrows inside yourmouth after you'vekissed the treasureThereisnothinglike thefirst timeIf there isI've neverseenitButI can see melookingright back at meThrough theone-way glassOf aphotograph(and)All of the thingsI thought andAll of the fightsI fought Areghosts insidethis frameAnd so I turnthe page
