The photograph...
The photograph -
with faded smile
and distant love -
woke me - shocked me -
broke me - rocked me
and forced my face
into the mirror...
It faintly smiled back
with an apology -
begging my forgiveness
for it's lines and blemishes...
The photograph flapped
in the cool blowing air -
and waved a hurried goodbye
as it blew away -
and left me lost
in my reflection...
Joy Weare,
12th February, 2010.
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