Spoiler
So this was a somewhat spur of the moment piece. I'm too tired to think of a more fitting title, or for that matter, to think at all so if it works good 
Press pause on the remote,
the one in your mind.
Examine this frame,
a moment in time.
Look at her face,
full of sunshine and smiles.
Why can’t all memories be
so full of life,
so vividly painted,
so joyful and kind?
After this moment,
life falls apart.
Like leaves in October,
it is crumpled and dry.
You don’t want to leave
you hold on with a sigh.
Knowing, in time,
you must return to the present.
Where she no longer resides.
You have this one frame,
this moment in time.
A beautiful rose,
you keep hidden inside,
its’ throne a dark vine,
of bitter acceptance,
that life has no “rewind”.
the one in your mind.
Examine this frame,
a moment in time.
Look at her face,
full of sunshine and smiles.
Why can’t all memories be
so full of life,
so vividly painted,
so joyful and kind?
After this moment,
life falls apart.
Like leaves in October,
it is crumpled and dry.
You don’t want to leave
you hold on with a sigh.
Knowing, in time,
you must return to the present.
Where she no longer resides.
You have this one frame,
this moment in time.
A beautiful rose,
you keep hidden inside,
its’ throne a dark vine,
of bitter acceptance,
that life has no “rewind”.
