#1012020 added October 1, 2022 at 8:31pm Restrictions: None
Picturing
We liked to take pictures when we were young.
Do you remember the ones?
Do you know the binder that held a history,
we couldn't share when she died,
divided up? Partially in tact,
memory fades,
missing.
We liked to snap the trees in Autumn,
but wondered why we couldn't capture
a feeling, moments long past
recalled from point of aim
at a horizon daring,
burning and bleeding out
sunset after sunset.
Do you remember when I called you my friend
forever? What were we thinking
by not preserving?
Where will I find you now
on that horizon?
I'm staring at rivers and lakes,
blue skies and the prettiest trees,
and can't remember a single moment.
I can't see me there with you, because
you're not here to stare
at this incipient void between
two humble atoms in decay.
6.17.21
26 lines, free verse
written to "Hold On" by Sarah McLauchlin
If you learn what incipient void is, you'll get the context further
Conversely:
I do
what I want to do
and today
I write, because
I don't want to do
what you want.
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