photo of a young woman
is still in
my wallet.
the edges yellowed,
crimped,
but she's still beautiful.
mona Lisa
in a graduation gown.
she was
my sweetheart,
my girlfriend,
my one
and only.
it's fifty years old,
at least.
i'm sure, she hasn't
changed.
the same as me.
one day,
i say to myself
and tuck it back it in,
for safe
keeping.
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