I see you
in pictures
of a past
barely present
on a wall
already crossed
that we once
sat upon
I see you
in pictures
of a hold
hardly held
in a place
already parted
that we cannot
return to
I see you
in pictures
of a truth
never tested
with a smile
still surviving
from a time
now long gone
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
I love the rhythm in this one.
Thank you my dear. Short but sweet, lost but not forgotten too.
Short and sweet make good memories—over before the rot sets in.
No tears, just matter of fact. I like it too.