Holding on

She clutched his

pictures tightly

to her chest,

For these photos were

the only way,

She could hold on to

his fleeting memories,

She wanted to never

let go of the wonderful man in her pictures,

Her camera had frozen

him in time,

She took solace

in the fact that the

frame would contain

the visage that she

had always loved,

Even though he

had changed.

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