By Gary Lee Parker
There's
always a photograph
With
love
An
attempt at permanence
For
this thing
That
breaths change with every breath
Showing
split souls
Embracing
The
surrender of autonomy
For
this thing
That
redeems us from our daily death
They
all end the same
Hidden
away
In
boxes that contain our lives
We
add one more
And
start anew, letting go the past
There's
always a photograph
Of
love
I
line them up before me
And
add one more
And
sue, 'Please, please, let this one be the last...'