PHOTOGRAPH OF HER
The cracks and chaps of the withered frame Where our recollections lie The strong, sweet voice when you call my name And sing me a lullaby It’s been a while, it’s been a long while Since we have been together The never-fading of your gone smile Those times when joy, we gather Reminiscence haunts like a phantom Inscribed on a still image But you've finally found your sanctum And ended your pilgrimage The black and white of your photograph As time goes on, grows duller But memories etched on your epitaph Will forever be in colour
in colour