Tearing a Hole

The memory of her

rubbed at the paper

of his soul

a graphic

pencil eraser

tearing a hole

the fabric

of his tragic

monochrome life

evoking the

cinematic

magic

of moments

they had shared

in photographic

images

she took

and locked

in a box

in the attic

before

she threw away

the key

and said

Goodbye

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

 

Visual Verse Torn