Photograph

I remember the time when you were still here,

You’d put me on your lap and rock me,

Ever so gently until I fell asleep

To the rhythm of your heartbeat.

 

I remember the time when you told me,

Darling it’s okay to fall,

You’ll get up again,

And you’ll going to be strong.

 

You took my hand and together we spun,

Spun through my youth into my teenage years,

And when we stopped spinning at last,

You were steadily running out of breath.

 

I remember everything we once had,

Your smile, your warmth,

But now all that is left of you

Is a photograph on the wall.

 

 

 

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