Photograph And Memories.

She has touched the photograph

with her finger

wishing she could touch

his face again

could hear his voice once more

hear his soft laughter

as she had before.

She lifts the photograph

in its frame

and kisses the image

of him there,

but it's not the same,

cold glass does not respond

to warmth of kissing.

She puts the photograph and frame

down on the shelf,

and holds on dearly to memories

of embraces and kisses

like an unrenewable wealth.