Running Across Your Photo

I come across a photo and it all comes flooding back The glances and whispers of a promise of a future I see your face and remember what I have lost Due to miscommunications, and words unspoken You are so far away, you have disappeared almost completely. You might be dead; I have no idea. It has been thirty years. Ghost you smiles at me as I sleep maybe, yet maybe not. My thoughts do not linger, for I cannot bear them long. Losing you all over again, every time I remember, So I put the photo back into the back pages of my Bible Where I never venture, so I never have to see it again. Knowing it is there is almost too painful to bear.