The picture stood lonely.
As it lay there in the dust
The glass scarred with time,
The frame consumed by rust.
As I bent down to pick it up
I’d already made up my mind.
That it was an inconvenience to discard
Nothing worthy of a find.
But as the dust cleared off its surface
And its countenance began to show,
Two smiling faces beamed at me
And I saw a friend I forgot I’d known…
Days and spaces that were ours
Those smiling faces now revealed
Though I knew you were no more…
Time’s ravages finally healed.
Your last words as you drove off
Were that we’d never be apart
But I thank you for this gift…
As I hold it to my heart.
- Karen
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