Faded like a Photograph

The picture held a tree...

Not just any tree, but THE tree.

It held the house with many windows

And the sky with many colors.

The smile on their face seemed genuine;

He was holding her in his arms

and she was leaning closely against him....

Beautiful!

The picture held the all moments--

It was the soul to the memory...

and the memory of the heart.

Purely hard to miss.

Then the picture faded...

the ink lightened, and it slipped away....

She tried to remember his touch,

Tried to remember his voice....

But the picture didn't hold that....

And neither did her mind.

She closed her eyes and felt the tears drop to the depths of her soul...

And watched it all fade until it slowly disappeared.

--grb  2011--