A Memory


We both know
The purpose of a picture
Is a memory
And that’s what every letter ever written becomes eventually
With each passing day
That you’re not here with me
I get a cold and lonely feeling
That to you
A memory is all I’ll ever be

 
 
– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin © 2008

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