Keith E. Sparks Jr.
Updated: May 13, 2020
Your mind recalls the day she left.
Silhouette, blending perfectly in memory,
Imprinted on weathered canvas hanging
on the edge of happiness forsaken.
The portrait of loss on Passion's
wall to preserve that which she created.
Keith E. Sparks Jr.
Copyright © 2020
A Phrase Prompt/Hidden Message poem utilizing a line from "Time and Shadows"
by Ron Conway.
Ron Conway's First poetry collection " Slightly After Dark" can be found on Amazon.
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