Dancing flames,

Picture frames,

Memories pour,

Through an open door.

I see you there,

Smiling at me,

In the picture frames,

In the dancing flames.

I want to hear your voice,

One more time.

I want to feel your arms,

Holding me again.

But all I have

Are dancing flames,

And picture frames,

Memories.


5 Comments

Rae · November 6, 2022 at 10:27 am

Touches my ♥

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