I feel the love that spans the decades, from the moment I first set eyes upon you, to the day I leave this physical plane, and beyond. That love will always be ours.
Passionate, beautiful, true, real, destined, soulful, magical.
A love that encompasses all that we are, all the comes before and all that comes after.
My heart remembers and stores my precious memories, needing no reminders. A vessel filled to the brim with my love for you.
I gaze down upon your photograph. A vision frozen in time.
My last physical memento of you. Gone but never forgotten.
I was challenged by Jessica's Quill (Medium Writer) to write a drabble of the word 'photograph'.
Wikipedia defines a drabble as follows :
A drabble is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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False Pretenses- episiod 1
Kite watched from the corner, the good looking guy in the perfectly tailored suit. He was expensively and expertly coiffed from the way his closely cropped black hair was styled down to his shined to it’s hilt expensive black Italian shoes. Not a thing was out of place, not the bespoke grey suit that had been tailored to fit his body and was very flattering on his lean muscled physique, the bluish checkered shirt thoughtfully picked out and then the Tag Heuer wristwatch around his wrist which she caught a glimpse of as he checked for the time, putting an ensemble like that together hinted at wealth. She bet herself a million bucks which she didn’t have, that he carried a Mont Blanc wallet. Being a professional at reading people, it was clear that he reeked of big bucks.
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Photos sometimes can hit us so hard 🥺 Loved your drabble!