This Old Photograph

I've missed you old friend.

I've missed your smile,

your laugh.

The way you used to hold me,

the way everything made sense when you did.

I miss the strawberry ice cream on saturdays,

I miss the quite drives at midnight.

I miss the flush of your cheeks,

and the sparkle in your eyes.

I miss you.

 

But I have this old photograph,

and the old memories that go with it.

I'll join you soon enough.

My time is almost up.

Be patient my dear friend.

I'm coming.

Reviews

[Hotel Mornings]

Ah, this is heart breaking. My brother passed away a few years ago and I can totally relate to this poem. You capture the emotion well. I like the descriptions, it makes you feel intimate with the people involved with the poem.