Paper Memory
April 15, 2016
Glossy 4x6
into my weathered hand
lies a vision.
A long ago memory.
Squinting eyes reflecting light
approaching the horizon.
This moment.
All was well.
Thirteen years later
I still gaze at this paper with the wondrous reflection.
So much affection for my person.
Light gone too soon.
still I grasp.
My hand will hold this photograph
until our souls
meet again.
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