Your Photograph

Your Photograph

Black and Blue
She wept, staring at
An old dusty photograph
Memories hidden behind the frame

Times of swing sets, and bicycle rides
Where she would fly into the sky
Her smile was white and perfect
As she flew in the arms of freedom

The aura or whiskey now filled the air
As she held the photograph
Within her shaky, sweaty palms
She looked upon her reflection

Shining through the glass
Her eyes filled with tears
Of pain of the present
And the aching memories

Memories hidden behind the frame
Of an old dusty photograph
She wept, as she gazed
Upon the black and blue