From pictures far away,
I see your smiling faces;
of my visits long ago,
there isn't any traces.
We once laughed together,
don't you remember when?
like a bolt out of the blue,
it all came to an end.
From pictures far away,
I watch you slowly grow;
the photos change with time,
in a transitory flow.
Your beautiful and lovely
and I grow old with age;
in my October years,
on life's revolving stage.
From pictures far away,
from the Facebook page your making;
I smile and laugh along with you,
and that keeps my heart from breaking.
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Well expressed! Has a tinge of sadness!