I cannot look
At photographs
That haunt or chill
My thoughts.
Seeing pictures,
Reading words
Hurt too much,
And so they ought.
Depicting something
Lost but loved,
Someone,
Who had to part,
Who held me in
A soft embrace,
Tender tended
To my heart.
Dead to life,
To earthly plain,
Another’s grief, a
Punished pain.
Remembrance all
In mindful mourning.
November looms,
The day is dawning.