Photos
They stand before me in uniform columns
A mixture of snapshots and Polaroids
As testimony to the time of us
Each is a witness to a moment that was
When I clicked you into permanence
And sanctified an instant never to be denied
There is the shaded image of you asleep
Your hand resting easily on the pillow
And I remember wondering where you had gone
In the passage through your dreaming
You are there with funny face and clownish pose
Sitting pensive and aloof beside the River Po
Lifting a toast, as if to us and all tomorrows
Somber and dejected on the day the canary died
You are there, made as forever as a statue
Immortal upon flexible plastic
And indelible upon my memories, you are there
Each photo a recollection, like ashes of reality
Engraved upon my soul in kisses and promises
You are there because I am your inheritance to you
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