PHOTOGRAPH
Wish that I'd said yes
when you asked me if I could.
Wish that I'd agreed
when you asked me if we could go home together.
Wish that I could go back on that one sunny afternoon
and waited for you to come soon.
To hugged you.
Years have passed and all I have now
are the words scribbled in paper and in my heart.
Living memories that are no longer alive,
what's left is a photograph that sends a pang to my heart...
Knocking, telling me...
that we're now miles away...
From being together again.
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