Photoraph

Reminiscing a lost one

A color silhouette of days gone by

Your faces stares back from a frame of wood and glass

Your laughter still rings upon my ears
Your voice like springtime so long ago fades in my mind

I grip your image ever so tight in hopes to bring your shape to reality

Tears flow like raindrops on the windowpane

Fingers clenched tight as knuckles whiten with each sob

My heart aching with each memory you left sending howls of anguish through me

Tonight; alone I grieve your leaving

Tomorrow you’ll be back on the mantle

I’ll no longer hold your hand or hear your voice

No more conversations over coffee or walks in the sun

I no longer hold you

I just have your photograph