Photograph

He flew on delta,
Soul left in spirit. 
Once;
An image of corrected 
Imagery.

The photo reel revealed
Their smiles, their faces. 
Aligned like files 
against columns; 
A hallmark moment.
I mean why bother

They’re neatly groomed,
Remains exhumed. 

It’s the dead of night, 
To the untrained eye. 
And a red light swings glumly.
A sullen mood can change the tune
Of an empty room. 

But a lack of exposer. 
Shutters focus.
Leaving aperture 
Closed off and clothes off.

This bare footage exposes
Heartfelt moments. 
Forever frozen in time and space. 
The lingering effects leaves a mind at rest. 

A single tear shed reminiscing 
Of the years spent here. 
Memories last a lifetime
A single photograph 
On an oak night stand
Acts as the perfect reminder
Whilst the days move forward.