Posted in Poetry, Prose

A Photograph

a photograph
of you,
my memory
to the fullest

Wanting to remember
your smile, when last
we saw each other,
but failing to see
any joy whatsoever,

I’ve burned all
of your photographs
not finding any
that seemed to fit

my memory
of you…



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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