Pain of the Photograph

Glorious street 

In its inception

Grey stones at sidewalk.

The wall brings me 

The parallax 

As it walks beside me.

The grey of the wall 

diffuse and mottled, 

like sun on a storm cloud.

And stuck to it are 

Pieces of fibre

At crazy angles

With an image 

In the middle.

The photograph

It is

Of the times we both thought

Were vain.

Wasn't it the mirage?

From when 

You held my hand 

And kissed.

A brief kiss

Seems like kept from the yore

And then there's an array

Of fibreglass like 

Little scaffoldings 

Enclosing the pictures

Little images. 

Photograph 

It is , 

Of when beach was our favourite place.

And then there's one

When our fall was blessed

In the sweater you brought

And the coffee that ached 

With heat.

I walk slowly,

And the wall slows down.

I look away 

But those frames ,

Do not come off .

One reminded me of 

My first day at the new high school

And then other one of my new job.

Then there were you ,

In all the others.

Still , 

Empty one did appear

None of you ,

I did almost disappear

At your loss..

Then there are empty frames.

Golden fibre was blank.

I do not stop 

The street would rob me

If I did.

I dragged my feet .

As I see how large the wall was 

For I do not see much of those images

Those photographs.

My feet cease to crawl

As my desperation ended

When the wall saw me

With a stone cold deadpan.

No more of the photographs.

And I turned

 In my acute sadness 

 Of the memories

 Those bereaved me so soon.

 I turned , baffled ,

 As there was no more 

 Of those golden frames

 With the photographs

 On the indifferent wall.

 But the apathetic frames

 Of the useless fibre in golden.

 Did I trudge this way alone ,

 Or did the pictures leave me too?

 Did you forgive me so soon

 Or do you not wish to.

 I stood there with my agony 

With my overthinking .

You did leave ,

 Neither did you forgive ,

 Left me with this 

 Suffering to reminisce

 In this pain of the photograph

 That will haunt me for a while.

 In a snap at it comes

 Then goes another mile.