Yet, we have pictures...
Remembering remembering,As if I'll never forget,
Feeling so much,
Almost pulling you home,
Yet I come only to pictures,
And there are too few,
An invitation to the past,
A reminder it resides there,
Never a new one,
Leaves me empty, bereft,
No light in your face,
No curl on of your lips
You'll drift away soon,
They'll be all I have left.
Poetry by Che Thomas
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Written on 2012-11-01 at 02:10
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