Those silhouettes in the frame are faded now,
nearly out of sight.
Only a mixture of greys today,
where once they were black and white.
The necklace you wore on your wedding day,
just a pile of pearls.
I remember it hung round your tiny neck,
catching in your curls.
I see your handwriting on paper,
but can’t hear a voice anymore.
Listening to your favourite opera,
while focussed on keeping score.
Your fading out of my life dear,
while I’m trying to hold on tight.
Please visit with a small reminder,
come into my dreams tonight.
Daily Prompt – Faded