I look at the ground
The sun reflects upon.
Under there he lies
With sorrow and awe.

Not a memory of him do I hold,
For the shock has sent them running away.
Not even an image remembered -
Cursed by a bigger loss.

Temporary they say though,
The harms are less.
But what do I do
With this soul I miss?

Your voice I can't recall
And your picture I do not own.
I linger through my pictures though
And see something I never saw.

A picture captured by you ..
A picture of my eye ..
A picture of you ..
.. Reflected inside

Leaning to me you were,
Leaning so very close.
I wonder how many we had;
How many moments of those.

Magical the concept is
And yet frustrating sometimes.
But the only memory I hold now
Is your picture reflected in my eyes.
 
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