Unequivocal
I’ve run out
of frames
for all the pictures
in my pocket
places I’ve been
people I’ve met
moments I’ve had
kept
the pictures fade
in time
the faces, all the places
run together
but the feeling
I felt
in the stills
is like a gift
I can open
whenever I want
wherever I am
however it is
at the last of it
when the eyes close
the body no more
there the picture
streaming like a river
in a golden frame
TL