I was rummaging through my closet and came across a box of photographs and there you were.
Your effortless beauty and heartwarming smile
frozen in time, captured by a single random moment of wonder and curiosity.
I remember that day vividly: I had just purchased my new camera and you were the first person I wanted to photograph.
At the time, you were annoyed,
At the time, you did not wish to be photographed… but of course I did not oblige.
You laughed after you saw the photo and told me to take another, and another turned into another which turned into a photoshoot.
But who could even fathom that 4 years later, I would be sitting here and you would be gone.
It’s unimaginable to think that the happiness I felt with you in that sheer moment of spontaneity will never be felt or experienced again.
Instead as I look at this photograph, I yearn for the penultimate moments before,
I yearn for the moments after and to have one last conversation with you…
It’s quite tragic really, the emptiness and nostalgia that comes over me,
It is tragic how I can vividly remember this moment but cannot even recall the last thing I said to you,
the last thing you said to me, our final and distinct memory.
I miss you.
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This is my own personal poetry that I have written, so I’m not sure what you mean by “where you’re getting your information” but thank you for the compliment. What mission are you speaking of lol this is copyrighted from this blog and my own collection of written work.