In A Past Life, I Was A Photograph

The ground is frozen solitude;
the path obstructed by tear-shaped icicles.
In a different time and space,
we were laughing and singing in the rain.

We found warmth in the sun;
always avoiding the shade and shadow – we shined brightest in the day.
Now, memories are cut into pieces of pixels and thought.

We once had a vibrancy – a glow.
In a different place, we were together; yet, we are apart in this space.

In that past life, we were alive.
Here – we are just photographs.

Shantha Marie Fountain

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