I know what she would say:” Don’t look at me like that. I feel guilty coming here like this.” I look at that photograph and my angel says: “Just one more night.” As though I have a choice.
Her veil blows across my face. We hold hands under a snowstorm of confetti in the porch. We are framed and propped on the bedside table. It rekindles my memory. She taught me all there is to love, then left me to learn the facts by heart. I lie on my side waiting for another lesson in the art of being alone.
I know what she would say:” Don’t look at me like that. I feel guilty coming here like this.” I look at that photograph and my angel says: “Just one more night.” As though I have a choice.
Sue Clayton
30/4/2023 03:36:00 am
Photos can elicit so many emotions.
David Milner
2/5/2023 06:15:47 pm
Elegiac. I like it Comments are closed.
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