The Photograph

The flecks in your eyes,
The curve of your face,
The swing in your hair,
Your bright, quiet grace.
The line of your lips,
The strength of your chin,
The slant of your nose,
The sadness within.
The tilt of your head,
The sweep of your brow,
The strength of your poise,
They’ve all faded now.
I can’t see your face
When my eyes are shut tight,
So I look at this picture
And miss you tonight.

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