Running Across Your Photo
I come across a photo and it all comes flooding back
The glances and whispers of a promise of a future
I see your face and remember what I have lost
Due to miscommunications, and words unspoken
You are so far away, you have disappeared almost completely.
You might be dead; I have no idea. It has been thirty years.
Ghost you smiles at me as I sleep maybe, yet maybe not.
My thoughts do not linger, for I cannot bear them long.
Losing you all over again, every time I remember,
So I put the photo back into the back pages of my Bible
Where I never venture, so I never have to see it again.
Knowing it is there is almost too painful to bear.
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