Picture Perfect
thoughts drift back to us
the happy times laughter filled
smiling blue eyes sparkling, mischievous,
the tickle of your beard
but that was long ago
I found our pictures
hidden face down, buried,
beneath bits of memory
small gifts of love
there was love
short-lived, brilliant
blossoming unexpectedly again
aged love
banked fires
handfasted
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013
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