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Silent Pictures

Remind me of all I lost

By Colleen Millsteed Published 5 years ago • 1 min read
Silent Pictures
Photo by Charisse Kenion on Unsplash

My glorious silent pictures

Standing tall in their frames,

Both mine and your face’s

Nobody knows our names.

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School days and loving

A special embrace,

Heartache and tears

They all have a place.

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Every picture is special

A perfect reminder of time,

Times when we were happy

Times when you were mine.

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Those days are all over

Taking the love we enjoyed,

We did nothing to face it

In fact we did all to avoid.

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We knew things were hard

But we pushed it away,

Buried our heads in the sand

With nothing to say.

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If only we’d worked together

Thought about what we knew,

If only we’d then realised

We may have fought through.

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We know now love is a treasure

Far too rare to let slip by,

If our love was worth having

Then we both should have tried.

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I treasure my silent pictures

They remind me of all I lost,

The feelings they raise

Are well worth the cost.

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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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    Written by Colleen Millsteed