A photograph

In mind and out

I opened up the door
and a photograph walked in
and touched me with an open hand
so gently on my face,
soft fingers
that left a trail of sighs
across my memories
my fantasies defy an ocean
and my heart begins to race to you
right now
I don’t know how a photograph
can do that to me
or why
I packed a suitcase
just to see the landscape of your eyes
again
just one more time
and here I am outside your door
hoping to walk in

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