Photograph

My fingers splay over the faded edges of your picture.

My eyes linger over your crinkled smile longer than they should.

A ghost of a memory sweeps through my mind, I can almost still feel the sensation of your fingers dusting along my naked backside.

A candle lights the walls of my soul, recounting how you made me whole.

I still visit those memories in my mind from time to time.

As I gaze at your photograph, I secretly wish you were still mine.