Pictures Poem by Toni Atchison

I'll keep no picture of you in my wallet,
or in any picture-frame, guilded and carved
like a carnival prize,
holding you still and same.
I carry your face upon my heart,
and the sound of your voice in my ear.
Could a picture ever capture
the gleam in your eyes,
the curve of your smile,
the turn of your head?
I'll keep no picture of you in my wallet,
to be viewed whenever I miss you.
For I miss you every moment of every day,
every moment we're apart.

4/15/08