The
photo is cold to the touch;
I
leave a fingerprint
as
if to say
I
have been here
Memories
caught in motion
thoughts
in color
stiff,
unmoving
I
look at them again,
sliding
the chilly paper through my fingers
a
sigh in my throat
the
edges are wrinkled
from
being taken out of the book
and
put back in,
so
many times
as
I quietly think to myself
this
is all I have left
laughter I will never hear the same again
smiles
that melted like snowflakes on my gloves
the
feel of tiny hands holding mine
the
eyelashes fluttering in sleep
the
soft voice singing lullabies
cannot
be captured in a photograph
a
piece of paper
but
all
hope is not lost
I have captured them with the heart
I wrote this today, when my heart was heavy. Loss is hard but hope is greater.
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