Faded Glow

The place had changed over the years
almost as much as we had.
The excitement had traveled on
The seaside town had lost its romance
Its Victorian glamor faded into nothingness.
Perhaps we should not have come back.
Trying to ignite a flame from cold ashes.
Those weekends so long ago
when we came here in love.
The faded old hotel now closed
I think we spent as much time in bed
as we did in the seaside town.
Remember the big hotel across
the road from us.
We made love
on the bed in the afternoon
with the drapes wide open
Not caring who saw us.
Perhaps it was a mistake coming back here.
Even the photographs seem to know it
Snapshots of ashen faces
with loveless smiles.
Someone once said
the camera never lies.