Sitting here I’m frozen in your warm, steady glance,
For eyes so tender and sweet they hold me here in a sinister trance,
I never thought it possible that I’d ever see you again,
Left with only a memory and what could have been,
Caught in this moment my body sits stagnant here,
Taking in the memory of a time I hold so dear,
I would give anything to sit like this for as long as I live,
I’m tired of wondering what I could have changed, I have nothing left to give,
I let out a sigh as I get to my feet,
An obvious sign of another defeat,
I walk to the light switch and look up at the bulb, shaky in the fixture,
As I remind myself, it was only a picture.
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Ashley Simpson is a Ph.D. candidate of American history at the University of Missouri at Columbia, per course American history instructor at Missouri State University, Ozarks Technical Community College, and Drury University, in Springfield, Missouri, part-time service desk and research assistant at Ozarks Technical Community College, Richwood Valley Campus, Drury Univerisity's 2018 winner of the Drury Award for best original research project in undergraduate history, and Greene County Historical Society's 2018 and 2019 recipient of the GCHS Research Fellowship. She plans to continue to pursue her doctoral degree in American history with specialties in medical history. She is the mother of two small boys and step-mom to two beautiful girls.
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