JD50: I Miss You

Images in black and white,
Transforming into colourless by time.
An expired paid ticket burn the queue,
We were blessed to refuse.

Images turn from white to black,
Locking themselves behind the hour hand.
Witnessed by many before once upon a time even begins,
In red or blue, that’s the only taste.

Images run from black to white,
Models run from white to black.
Images can only be seen by the eyes of the beholder,
Melting the mind to gently whisper,
‘I Miss You.’
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