Monochrome Photos

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This is about losing a close friend or family member.

Submitted: June 22, 2017

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I printed our photos in monochrome;

I couldn’t bring myself to look

At them if they were printed in color.

I remember when mother took

Them; we were sixteen then

And didn’t know I’d be unable to look

At these memory photos ever again.

 

I printed our pictures in monochrome

Because I just can’t fathom how

You’ve simply vanished from my life.

I remember that we used to bow

To each other before a pretend knife

Fight, using sticks instead of blades

As we prance around your backyard

And the summer sun fades.

 

I printed our pictures in monochrome

Because I can’t seem to comprehend

The fact that I´ll never be able to hug you,

To feel the heat radiating off your skin again.

When we were young and sat in mom’s new

Garden to exchange stories about our day,

I vividly recall you gesturing frantically

About a brand new word you’d heard someone say

With such pure amazement and unfiltered curiosity.

 

I printed our pictures in monochrome

Even though I’m certain you’d scold

Me and tell me that everything will be okay.

But every time I think, I know I’m growing old

And that I can’t actually hear you say

Any of these things to me.

You see, this is taking such a toll

On me that I’m talking to this paper, see;

What’s worse is that I now have a bowl

In my dresser as a keepsake of little

Memories of us together again.

 

I printed our pictures in monochrome

Even though I’m perfectly aware

That this grief is most likely not healthy;

Aware that people will no longer view us as a pair,

But as individuals who were separated unfairly,

As individuals who dwell elsewhere, as an irate

Girl who misses the person closest to her;

The once-pair who were destined by fate

To be kept away, not even by a sir,

But by something far worse than that:

By something which can never ever be reversed.

 

I printed our pictures in color this time.

Even as I stood at the machine and pressed

That button, I knew it would hurt me.

I thought about everything I was missing, but against

All odds I began to wonder: Could it be

That I’m wrong? If I ponder this

Long enough, it becomes more clear

To me that in reality, perhaps I am lucky.

 

I printed our pictures in color

Because I realized that I still have something

That so many other people never had;

Even though we are physically separated, nothing

Could truly penetrate our bond, and I’m glad

That I finally pieced together that even though

You are not here, even though I can never

Touch you or hold you or smile with you or grow

With you, nothing can harness power with which to sever

Our beautiful, incredible relationship.

 

I printed our pictures in color

Because I have been lucky enough to be

Able to create immaculate memories with you,

And that I was gifted to see

That I was blessed enough to know you

When you were with me, and I now know

That you will forever reside within my mind.

 


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