Pumpkin and the Photograph

He walked what seemed a hundred miles though I think it was only round the block a few hundred times. He’d remember the good times and he’d be sad at the bad times. He remembered when he wished upon a star and as he looked up in the black of night that star, his star seemed so far off. He’d always know she was on her side of the sky wishing a wish on her star that was so far off in the sky. He wondered if she was walking around the blocks hundred times or if she wondered if he was thinking about her as he was wondering the same thing. And as if it be rehearsed written in a script or on cue...he sat on a rock, his favorite rock and took from his back pack his little keepsake box where he kept the important things in his life, his little remembrances, the things that touched his heart, made him smile. He took out her picture the one he loved so much. It was her looking at him from where she was...And she her feet tired from walking, her little face wet from maybe crying or was it was from a passing drizzle, but sat in her place her favorite place beyond the tree in her favorite part of the park and from her bag in purse she had her little keepsake box and in it were her joy all of her joy in pictures and song. And there in lyric wrote “he loves me he does, my sweet pumpkin true love, my pumpkin loves me...and she wrote that lyric on his picture that she took from her keepsake box from her bag...and she kissed the picture and whispered I love you...and he, the little pumpkin at that moment felt on his cheek a sweet kiss from a far away place, far away in miles but close to his heart he knew from the start that she, his songbird loved him. And she still does forever more.