You took this photograph

Even if I forgot

The expression in my eyes would tell me

I was looking at your face

The dark of your eyes with their smile and their sadness

And all of us

Pieces torn into pieces, never too fragmented

For perfect recall

I remember every moment

Just as you forget

I hold on

Because you see

I loved you in a way

I shall never love again

You and just you

Us, and only us

And everyday we live

Without the other

I think of that moment

When you took my photo

And we both smiled

And held hands

Tightly beneath sweating table

And it is as if time

Has kept me there

Looking back at you

0 Replies to “Looking back at you”

  1. Fine ending as always –

    “And it is as if time
    Has kept me there
    Looking back at you”

    Put me in mind of this, from William Faulkner – “The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”

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