Old Photos

Old PhotosBy John Trent

Melancholy notes drift on quiet air
So slow, so deliberate her wrinkled hands
A sorrowful heart of reminiscent joy
Her loneliness consumes each ivory touch

Forever her loss, eternally she weeps
His essence lingers with her every breath
Silence heard through each single pause
Faded moments hold his laughter and scent

Deeper her despair, with each teardrop's trail
His chair and old photos resurrect his ghost

Together they sit on the old wooded bench
The melody familiar from their years long lost

Soft and delicate they play each note

His presence slips from her weakened grasp
Staring through life's void with tearful cheeks
While loneliness sounds their unfinished song