I keep living in the memory
This photograph holds;
The love and perfection,
Of that moment in time
I’m living in the smiles
That light up both our faces and eyes;
In the memory of the feeling
Of your arms
I’m living in yesterday,
In the joy the moment emanated;
In the taste of your lips on mine;
In all that was
I’m living in a place, not so real,
Where I don’t have to remember
That you are gone.
I’m living in a photograph
©2105 – V. A. Coote