All I have is this photograph
It shows me what I have lost,
it painfully yells in my ear and
it never lets me forget what I have once felt
I carefully examine the faded picture with curled edges
but I only look at arms that wrapped around me;
I can see his fingertips pressing into my skin,
I can still feel them, just as I can still hear his smile
that once beamed with radiation telling me
I will never be unprotected.
The photograph screams at me,
“What do you see?”
I see my friend who was once with me,
and now all I have is this photograph
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