Different Places

Why do photos make me sad

When the person has moved on

Many people look at them

Good memories flood

And smiles begin


Me, I get a slight small smile

And then a tear forms in my eye

For I will never see them again

And that for me, it is the end

All those images that prompt good memories

I’d rather not be reminded


I don’t know if this makes me odd

Or negative or lost

I can remember them just fine

In talking, thinking and in my mind

It is the images I see of them

That trigger sadness in the end

It is not the memories and the laughter

The stories, high-jinx or the here-after

But simply the sight of their smiling faces

That hits home to me,

They are in different places.

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