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An Old Friend

posted 6/13/2007 9:42:05 PM |
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Her picture sits upon my dresser,
Void of vibrance anywhere,
Black and white and colors lesser;
The grim and grey that's called despair.

Once it shone with shocking hues;
Chestnut hair streaked with gold
Eyes a thousand shades of blue!
A bright, white smile that was so bold.

Time has faded that old photo,
And it plays tricks on my memory.
When did I take it? Where did we go?!
Why did she stand so close to me?

It matters not now, for she is gone,
And like her bones, her photo fades.
And I am left here alone-
To wander through my life's charades.

A gentle brushing with my hand,
And her image once again appears,
Once more vibrant, at my eye's command-
Or perhaps, clarified - through my tears.

I often think of that old friend,
And each time I do, I smile-
For even though her life's at an end,
She was mine... for a while.


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Jun 13 @ 10:24PM  
That was very nice hun. Thank you for sharing.

Jun 13 @ 10:25PM  
Now that was really sweet. I just love it when people express their
feelings poetically. Very nice

Jun 14 @ 12:22AM  
Beautiful Kris!

Jun 14 @ 3:40AM  
Wow...that was a very beautiful poem

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