The Photograph
The picture
confines her smile.
Silence…
I reach to touch.
Remote, remorseless.
My fingers caress
the frame.
Pain traces me.
Her joy beckons.
I try to answer.
Inwardly,
I die.
I beg the Lord
to offer her back
allow her to appear
from the photograph.
Stillness…
my reply.
No warmth do I feel.
My arms empty
reaching for contact
never to be mine again.
Emptiness swallowed me
choking on my heart,
devouring happiness.
Conquering the person
I once was.
Leaving me to a life
of coping.
But, I will smile for you.
Simply…
as Andrea’s picture
looks at me.
Nothing existent
except a glimpse
of who I used to be.
For Nancy,
I want you to know that I understand your pain and I love you.
By, Sherrie Ball
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-10-14 11:46:22
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