This room

So full of memories

I run my fingers

Along the old

Worn chair

A smile

Tugs on my lips

I sit

With the precious book

In my hands

The first page,

A picture

Of us

You smile at me

And me, at the lens

I remember

The flash

Right before it was

Captured

And the moment after

That the picture missed;

Of you whispering

Tickling my ear

'I love you'

A lone tear

Lands on it now

A soft splash

Nothing compared

To the laughter

Of before.

My fingers skim

Your face

Frozen in time

My wrinkled skin

Against your youth

And I wish

To go back

So far

To that moment

When I saw

The flash.

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