Photograph Frame
I
miss
you darling.
Our wedding photo
stares at me from its silver frame.
I lovingly stroke your face, wishing it were for real.
Terminal cancer tore you from my arms, but you live in my heart till the day I die.
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*real counted as 1 syllable as per soup counter – how many syllables shows 2
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Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2017
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