As I look at the photographs
with you in my arms,
looking one at the other,
all I can sense are your charms.
A smile from you and
my heart would melt,
how I loved your smell,
sounds and the way you felt.
Everyone says remembering
is part of healing,
but in the present it leaves
me with an empty feeling.
I close my eyes
to imagine something new,
but all I can see are
the pictures of you.
Looking at your picture
makes me remember how good
I once had it, with you.
You were my day and night,
work and play,
my thought and inspiration.
You’re what kept me going,
bringing me love and felling,
you were my everything.
Everyone says remembering
is part of healing,
but in the present it leaves
me with an empty feeling.
I close my eyes
to imagine something new,
but all I can see are
the pictures of you.
-for Riley
stan pelfrey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/101-pictures-of-you/
