Photograph Poem by Cedric L. Jones
Photograph
You've become such a photograph.
Magic men conjure,
Golden Boys bring pause
but, in real life,
there was you-
graceful and beautiful
with just the right
touch
and just the right
touch of sincerity.
Missing you is like
missing a part of myself
that may never return-
something familiar,
comfortable,
without question,
but with regret.
Do I still love you,
or am I in love
with being in love?
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