Dry Point Etching from Photograph
I find a photograph
How sad I am
To see
Only inked paper
Where once life walked
Smiled
Talked
To me.
I thought I knew the person
Now I know the face
From one angle alone.
It pleases me
It smiles
At a me who is no more.
Now I see what once was
Will never be
Was it ever?
A few pence worth of paper
A proof of existence?
I wonder
Did he retain an image of me?
About the Creator
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