I found the old picture –
The one that was lost,
With the trees and the clouds
And you standing next to the car

Looking like magic,
Your eyes on the camera
Seeing through years
A future but nobody home

I tell myself
“This never happened” --
An illusion? A fraud?
A memory broken in half

But here is the proof
Of whatever it was,
This square full of colors,
Of shapes, of a dream

Of a day when the words
(Maybe halting at first),
Interspersed with the
Promise of Time –

When it starts, you don’t think
About how it will end –
You just think about
Holding onto the day

The picture won’t change
But the rest of the world
Moves on; as you’ve done –
So should I, my friends say

But it isn’t that easy,
The ghost is like glue –
Clinging, reluctant to leave.
And I will not push it away

Painfully haunting...great words Lex..nice to see you post here

Very good one Lex and heartfelt you should post more.

i agree with cccp wow keep writing

THATS A KEEPER THERE lEX...

Keep writing,,, Very Heartfelt

CCP, Txs, Missingyou and Iam -- Thank you so much!

Frankly, the whole poetry format baffles me a little. I've been writing
short stories (and one novel) for years, and I've gotten very
comfortable with that kind of writing, but poetry is a whole different
kettle of wax. I don't have the natural "feel" for it that CCP and a
lot of others have, at least not yet anyway. But I'm working on it.
The positive feedback is greatly appreciated.

And Iam, I wanted to say congratulations to you and LAMom! You were one
of the very first to welcome me, so many months (2?) ago, when I signed
up, and I have always been impressed by your positivity and helpfulness
to all the new people who show up here....