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Pictures with Gold Trim

Poetry By: Dino

This was the day I left. I took a picture of her through the back windshield of my uncles car as we drove off.

Submitted:Jan 5, 2007    Reads: 190    Comments: 6    Likes: 0   

She looks


in the doorway,

in golden sunlight and

bitter coldness on

her soft tan skin.

Her eyes speak volumes to me.

I wish more than anything

that I could


Is this the


We both knew the answer

but we lied

to eachother anyway.

We lied to ourselves.

I am in darkness now.

It surrounds me fully,

engulfing my every pore.

I know she is out there


in a doorway,

looking back

and speaking without words.

She is my always.

And now

time has run out for me.


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