Photograph

I look through the old photos
The three of us smiling
Too close to the camera
Too far below
Too high
But our grins perfect
How can a year put them out of reach?
I ask my mirror-me
But she can not comprehend;
We are no longer the same person.

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Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

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