Photographs

Photographs,

their faces 

gleaming,

Woman,

Man,

Girl,

Boy,

pausing

their day,

for a moment,

for a

photograph,

40 years ago.

Today,

the woman,

she is withered,

she takes many

medications

to alleviate 

many pains 

because

she is no longer

jovial,

gleaming

her white teeth.

She has dentures

now.

The man,

he passed 

one year

ago,

his second 

wife

and him,

spent 30 happy

years beneath 

oak trees

overlooking

a deep blue 

abyss.

He wore a 

rented suit

at burial.

The girl,

she 

grew up too,

at sixteen,

she fell in love

and ran away from

home

and never saw

her family 

again.

She had a baby boy, 

and named him 

after a star at that

time.

And then,

her lover

left her.

The boy, 

he

became an 

average man;

he worked for 

a computer software

company,

got his degree at

a nice university.

He married,

had two kids,

but his wife

fell victim to

infidelity.

And now

they are filing

papers.

Photographs,

they

tell stories,

words

as pictures,

but they 

don’t know 

it all

either.

Reviews

[Emrick]

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[demureminds]

Haha, I random moments of inspiration. And thanks!