Remembering
Surrounded by silence,
she gazes past the photo
in her hand,
thoughts drifting
to another time
and place,
when first they met,
and love was fresh
and new.
She smiles,
remembering
the soft touch
of his hand,
the taste
of his lips,
the gentle way
he held her
then.
The sound of his laughter
remains a distant echo
in her ears.
The day he left
her heart was shattered.
~~*~~
Far away
a soldier sits
gazing somewhere past
the photo in his hand,
remembering
another time and place.
He wonders,
as a single tear
traces a dusty pathway
down his cheek,
Will she still be there,
if he makes it home?
~~*~~
If he makes it back,
will he still want her?
Or will all the things
he’s seen
and done
have changed him forever?
Will she be nothing more
to him than just
a memory
out of a past that
no longer exists?
And when she blinks,
a single tear
falls from her eye
and drops upon the cheek
of the man
in the photograph.
By Linda Newman
© 2008 Linda Newman
(All rights reserved)
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