The Photography

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   I was cleaning out, dusting around, nothing special. When my eyes sparkled as my fingers picked up something unexpected. Your smile made me smile, your eyes were so bright! When did we take this? I was there, by your side, smiling as well.

  I can't remember the last time I smiled like that, one in which my smile reach my eyes. Not since you left...not since you are not around.

   I hold the photo close to my heart, please...please don't let the crying start. I have no tears left! I can't keep weeping!

  That photography is over, that photography which could truly capture my heart...because you're no longer in the picture. You're no longer even alive.

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