She lives in this photograph,
every pixel in place and
traces of perfection
richly laced along the
outline of her heart shaped face.

She shines in this photograph,
even in the darkness
her gaze is illuminated,
lighting my dark room
with candlelight radiance.

She dies in this photograph,
suddenly, eternally
the flash eternalised
yet decimated the possibility
of sharing eternity in her picture.

I cried to this photograph
while hanging, swinging
from a hope I wish could
have been as eternal and
tightly bound as this rope.