February 6, 2018Poem

I miss her so much.

politicsidentitymortality

I miss her so much.

She looks just

As she ever did

Smiling in a shy

Self conscious way

Head tilted to one side

A different angle

For every pose

Afraid the shadow

Would suggest a

Double chin

Ageless beauty

Staring out into the room

A hopeful face

Bound to life

Alive in recollection

Of a moment

Thankful for ignorance

The future

An unknown place

Her head resting

Upon my shoulder

So woefully

Unaware of the impact

She would have

On the camera

Her impact upon me.

Then, now and for eternity.