In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Moment in Time.”
His eyes stare at me from the photo,
full of light, love and mischief;
full of life.
I remember that morning,
how the light streamed in the window
and accented his face on the pillow,
how his dark hair flopped over one eye,
the look of the stubble on his chin.
This man, who filled my bed and
filled my life with love and laughter,
frozen for a moment in time.
A precious moment,
brief and fleeting.
If I had known it would be the last photo,
I would have taken a thousand more.