Secret In A Photogragh Poem by Maura Hunt

This photogragh, this memory.
it's fading as the color in the picture does.
Please don't let it fade completly.
That's the life i used to know, don't let it die.

This picture holds my secret, my wish.
It holds what used to be so beautiful.
that sunset was the prettiest.
The picture i hold keeps it alive for me.

His features are perfect here, straring back at me.
we stared at each other for a long time.
He held my hand, and he moved closer.
He didn't need to hold me, i was held in his eyes.

I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder.
He didn't mind at all and that's what i loved.
He stared so deep into my eyes,
that i was sure he saw hmself in my heart.

I swear he must have buried himself in me.
I still feel him with every breath, every heartbeat.
I still see himin this photo, though it's fading.
But he will never fade from my heart, he's buried there.

(writtenon 6/22/07)