Poem: It’s not the same without you

I have a photo of you,
delighted by
a rare sweet indulgence,
the simplest gift,
laughing,
for no sooner opened
than ‘shared’.

I have a photo of you,
strumming, smiling,
a familiar soundtrack
as we recover from
Christmas lunch.

Now I have too many photos
that you’re not in,
your abandoned role
at center stage
appropriated.

And as presents pass
to eager hands
without guesses
from absurd to accurate,
without shaking,
rattling,
squishing
and impatient encouragement…
it’s not the same.

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