16mm Celluloid

Echoes of you reverberate
In the silent house.
Minutes crawl like hours
since I lost you to forever.
Your beloved pipe and book
still sit by your chair.
I cannot move
the last remnants of you.
not yet
not just yet.
Our old wedding album
Is in front of me.
It was so long ago...so very long ago.
Yet the years ran by like a deer
I hold your old sweater to my breast
Reaching for you as I always did
breathing the familiar smell of you.
I thread the old wedding film
onto the aincient projector
It flickers and whirs
and by its magic lantern
you are resurrected
in your wedding tux.
I am standing next to you
Your young bride  in white.
You say I do.
I whisper softly
so many years later.
I do too honey.