Another poem today. I am feeling creative at the moment, after a considerable period of feeling most uncreative (if there is such a word), so, if nothing else, it's been good to feel a bit like my old self again. I would love to know what you think.
Photo
She looks out of the photo at you
And it is the past, but it is not
It is now.
That expression of waiting,
Expecting, hoping.
But the fear,
It's still there.
She wanted to but couldn't,
You want to but don't.
She was too young,
You are too old.
And it is all because
You are still her
And she is still you.
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