Photo Album

by nourayasmine   Feb 21, 2018


I remember that day
when you bought your
first Canon, capturing every
single move I made,
instructing me to "stop
hunching shoulders,
and smile a little".

On that day, we kissed
twenty two times before we
could say good night.

Taking a look
at the photos now,
and they're not
as beautiful as you said
they were.
Death was standing in every
single photo. Warning me,
mocking me, staring at
my naive laughing face, its purple
lips moving to say: "it won't
last long, it won't
last long".

You wanted jasmines on your grave;
white as your heart, fragile and tender.

There's an escaping body
in the last photo.
Melting flesh, and skin
that is too torn apart
to cover bones,
and fingertips; licked
away by tumultuous
flames.

I'm sorry I didn't go to cry
at your funeral. I was always
the one who didn't cry
in funerals.

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  • 8 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Amazing write.

    I love the description and the measured tone of the whole piece. Heartbreakingly sad.

  • 8 months ago

    by gumshuda

    Judging comment:

    The grief I sense in this poem, it overwhelms me. You have captured those moments very well as the pain resurfaces each time one looks back at each photograph, re-lives each memory, and the amount of destruction the death of a loved one causes. And your pain to not be able to cry at funerals - it got to me.

  • 9 months ago

    by Ren

    Congrats on the win, hon <3

  • 9 months ago

    by nourayasmine

    Thanks, everyone. I appreciate your words. <3

  • 9 months ago

    by Mark

    Beautifully written sadness. Congratulations

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