Gone In A Blinding Flash.

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>Gone In A Flash.<

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I found some old and faded....

photo booth souvenirs
stacked straight up in the order

that they'd once appeared,
our faces both pressed tight

to fit that tiny mirror,
behind a camera lay 

to captured love so clear.

Was it ...time scripted delicately

and etched on a thin strip,
of negatives with oh,

such positive...of views
or simply a fifty cent catalog
of silliness...by me and by you?

So in love, I remember

that tightness I felt
in my throat and chest,

when you were near,
the deliciousness of

every minute I spent,
in your sweet presence lent....
back when our heads were bent
in such grand merriment.

Now sadly reduced to

wee images squared
bringing smileas...

in water-melancholic ways...
for what we shared there....

on those long ago days

My eyes growing moist

and my heart aching briefly
for what was once lost,

and yet still is preserved
frozen neatly in a row

on this strip of love curved.

It seems as if we both

have aged in a flash
and perhaps it all

truly started there
in that tiny, dark booth,

with the red curtain drawn,
and my face tickled

by your blond hair.

Now all that remains

are four cherished exposures
of our innocence stolen by years,
from a girl I still love

in some corner of my soul,
in a place where I

still shed some tears.

With a longing for all

of  the what could have beens,
Steady dating, engagement, then wed....
but fates curtain pulled sorrows
across all our tomorrows
and left me four photos instead.

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MFB III Productions-

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Comments 4 comments

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Sa`ge 6 years ago from Barefoot Island

love stretched into a stitch of time captured and left behind, a reminder that what was till is, at least in that tiny corner, even if sad, even if with a tear, can still bring a smile from yesteryear. Beautifully done, I really like this piece. :D hugs :D

Micky Dee profile image

Micky Dee 6 years ago

Awesomely beautiful!

Memories sublime,

Misplaced in time.

always exploring profile image

always exploring 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

Aha,a past love of long ago

Walks in the park,a late-night picture show

Snap shots only in black and white

Tender caressing under a flickering street light

Tis a time of happy mem or ies

But alas how lost time flees

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Deborah Demander 5 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

Those serendipitous longings for days gone by. I love the melancholy memories of young love.


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