The Aged Picture
For years, I’ve kept your picture.
Since our dream bloomed
A happy family, we assumed
Our hearts would bond together.
Smiling in black and white
Your soft voice resounding,
I love you, my darling.
Everything will be all right.
Your smile comes alive.
My shaky hand touches your lip.
The whisky glass nearby flips.
Daydream suddenly deprived.
With tissue, I start dabbing.
To save your lovely face,
It left a slight smear trace.
In my mind, you're still smiling.
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