Just a picture?

I look at all the pictures in a glimmering frame,

Reminiscing the moments now gone, a joyful flame.

Kept as memories in the heart, forever treasured,

Never to be recreated again, how I wish they could be measured.

It's not the person you lose, but a part of your soul,

Only they sought, making you feel whole.

Their laughter and love engraved deep within,

Etching a mark, a bond that time can't thin.

Each photograph a window to the past,

A reminder of moments that flew by so fast.

Through smiles and tears, they bring solace and pain,

A bittersweet dance within my heart’s terrain.

My fingers trace the contours of each face,

Etching their essence, love cannot erase.

The laughter, the adventures, shared in a glance,

A treasure trove of memories, our eternal dance.

Gone are those days of unabridged bliss,

Yet their essence continues, like a lingering kiss.

Though they may be gone, their spirit lives on,

In every beat, every rhythm, from nightfall to dawn.

So I hold onto these pictures, they're my salvation,

A testament of love and jubilation.

For even though they've left this earthly plane,

In my heart, their love will forever remain.

Each photograph tells a story untold,

A mosaic of memories, more precious than gold.

In reminiscing, I find solace, my heart touched,

For in those moments, their love was never clutched.

So as time marches on, and lives rearrange,

Their memories forever in my heart will range.

I look at all the pictures, their warmth never fades,

Embracing the past, while new memories are made.