I sit by your photograph
day after day
Our friendship, timeless
as it was always framed.
While rotten remainders
still weep from your grave
Behind this glass wall
rests an ageless face.
The watch that you wear
is now strapped to my wrist
Synchronistic reflections
A past
dearly missed.
Oh my photograph friend
I'm right here by your side
'til fate joins us again
in our heavenly rhyme.
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Simon Aylward
Undiscovered Irish Playwright and Poet - Seeker of eternal youth - Wannabe time traveller and believer in spiritual energies - Too many books to read, not enough time!
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This was so poignant and beautiful. Loved your poem!