I got the idea for this last night in bed and didn't do much with it until I got bored in World Studies, so I sketched out the first stanza. I finished the rest in between passing periods, between World Studies and Journalism and Journalism and English. So... yeah. I wrote this as school, when I was bored. On that note... 

Photographs have the amazing power to forever preserve a moment in time and make the miles seem nonexistent, so I tried to capture that in this poem.

Photographs

I can always hold you in my grasp
When I have your photograph.
Though we’re many miles apart
I’ll always have you in my heart.

Waiting for you at my door,
I fight my own private war,
To chase you down and bring you back
Or stay and hold your photograph.

Sometimes I wonder if you have one of me
And if you feel my presence in your dreams.
Do you miss me, so far away?
Do you wish you could return to me, any day?

And then the years go by alone,
Without a single shout from the phone,
Until I begin to forget the smiles
And don’t realize the shrinking miles.

I put the photograph in a hidden place.
And without my conscious intent,
I forget your face,
My broken heart growing back crooked and bent.

One day the gunfire stops,
The silence so loud it makes my ears pop.
I sigh and look at the door
To see you returned to me,
Eyes clouded from war.

And you show me, pinned next to your heart,
So that you’d never have to part-
To always hold me in your grasp-
You had my photograph.

Dragonlord Stephi : Sorry I never saw this earlier but I am seriously running out of compliments here . You captured the esence of the photo perfectly , It is a reminder of loved ones and can be misplaced or forgotten . As a result of that you feel something missing and then when they arrive with your photo in their hand your heart revives with fresh beats . Wondervar . And how many poems a day do you write ? 

Mr. Zed : Usually one or two. It's a new resolution of mine: a poem a day keeps the book doctor away! Or something. I dunno.