The photo reminds me of the pain
the monster waiting deep inside
wanting you by my side
knowing you're too far away.
The image has no ill intent
no malice of consequence
except for the weight I give
two dimensions that test my will.
It cannot utter, it cannot speak
I give it voice when it may not
my heart yells loud in response
to the absent in this print.
Time has stayed its stealthy ground
in the mock report of the past
where my grief knows no bounds
in the face of this fine art.
The false doorway beckons me
through it I may not past
no entry is the only path
through this portal of last resort.
Age does not blunt the beast
into my heart it still rips
while you are forever there
on the other side of mocking print.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160617.