For her whom I’ve loved — and lost

Photography:  Margaret
Photography | Margaret | Ruth Anne Ranew
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The faces around me, blank slates,
Only one illuminates my thought.
As if revived by the sun’s warmth

The statue of her
Preserved in my mind’s gallery
Once again possesses life.

Savoring her company,
Written in Fate’s book as impermanent,
I do not wish to part with her again.

How cruel to label her the past.
Perhaps it is not the clock that races,
But rather, it is I who pauses.