POEM (049) Picture Imperfect

Picture Imperfect

They say a picture tells a thousand tales,
dancing with wolves, swimming with whales,
there’s a story I want to tell, your life, your emotional well.
those are words never written, and honestly never will.

I miss those days, back in the photographed haze,
I dream behind to glossy finish as the memories diminish,
I ache and I plead, those days to be now for which I’d bleed,
One chance, just to see those eyes, one chance, just to say my goodbyes.