No Frame (#332)

Solitary picture possessing no frame,
Stares at me with curious blame,
A picture I have many times looked at and held,
Still, she in the picture screeches to me I have failed,
In the end, maybe I did, but the joy did not,
Our relationship was an interesting lot,
Filled with surprises, real joy, and real happiness too,
What killed us was our time was much too few,
I still look at the picture with love in my heart,
My love for her had no end, but it did have a start,
Of all my life, God gave me those times with her,
And those special times I will treasure for sure,
I really will never be quite the same,
Solitary picture, possessing no frame.

Any Thoughts?

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