1. Remembering
There are no breathings
in a photograph. You cannot hear
the laugh, dissect the syllables
of dishonesty or make happiness
concrete. Just a still
of a moment trapped in time.
Resting silently on your lap
like a dead butterfly.
Your palms are sweaty
from trying to go back
like Somewhere in Time.
But because this is real
you fail constantly and it sinks in.
Your insides throb and you decide
to forget only to remember more.
2. Forgetting
You have, as with all things, forgotten
The start of forgetting
A wave goodbye, a halt
Of pen, a key thrown
Into the sea, and tears were shed
Rivers running always to the ocean
Hard as it is to point the beginning
You agree:
Love is short, and forgetting - so long
But as morning always follows the night
You knew.
3. Remembering, Again
Outside your window the rain starts
To fall, muffled
By a heaven of cement
And a network of walls, intensified
By an internal storm.
The cloud follows you
Around, pulling you
Into the drawer where you once held
The key. Pried open
What you thought you’ve forgotten.
Brimming with photographs
In case you're wondering, love is short, and forgetting - so long is a reference to one of my favorite poet's poem - Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines by Pablo Neruda.
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