crinkled
with a spill of some sort.
black and white,
the edges
yellowed.
partly creased.
the smile is there,
the bright eyes.
it shines with a promise
yet fulfilled.
maybe it was in a wallet
at some point,
or in a vest
pocket, tucked
away for a sailor or soldier
as he went
off to war,
staring deep into the night
at his loved one,
so far away.
did he die in battle,
maybe,
maybe not, but the picture
still remains,
so there's hope.
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