Should sleep overcome me
And there remain something unsaid,
Wake me from my slumber 
For I shall have no peace when dead.
Should the roads diverge
And the path I chose not be the one you tread,
Call me back in time
For what use is this journey,
If your hands are not in mine?
The poem and the photograph are perfect... together.
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