© T B Jackson
Ink on archival paper
Reveals a memory from the past
Like a dark and distant shadow
Across my mind it has been cast
It tells me of the fun we had
That will never be again
And despite the sadness that entails
Those memories remain
Physically I know that I will
Feel your touch no more
Emotionally you're always there
Knocking at the door
“Come in” I call, there's no reply
No matter how I pray
But still I ask for one more time
While staring at your face
All I have are pictures of you
To remind of those times
Images of memories
To last me all the while
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