The Photograph
I take it out every now and then
It’s old and tattered around its ends
But it reminds me of you
And what you meant to me too
That day was just another day
It didn’t seem special in any other way
But we took a photo true
Snuggling together right up to you
And now it’s all that’s left
Remembering you and me was just the best
So here I sit alone at night
With nothing but this picture to hold on tight.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2019
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