The sunlight hits your photograph.
And memories stir and start to dance.
I let the quietness linger, then
the moment fades, but not the pain
that hides within,
a format never finishing,
distained and flat,
a stone-hard fact ...
Now, as rain drums on my window pane,
a dormant mind-light glows again,
and I believe I can make it through ...
You'd want me to,
You'd want me to.
Tony Crafter, Sevenoaks, Kent - 2011