AmplitudeA Poem by Lydia
She used to take pictures
before it was cool before all the girls defined themselves as amateur photographers I wonder if she still has any photos of me I keep the one from Halloween in a chest with my other memories Sometimes I open it and trifle through my things Holding each one in my hand until I feel something again like what it was to be young or feel loved or what the grief was like when we decided it was done I wonder if anyone has trinkets they saved to remember me by or if they keep those in a different chest nestled close to their heart just not close enough to touch © 2019 Lydia |
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1 Review Added on November 15, 2019 Last Updated on November 15, 2019 AuthorLydiaSeattle, WAAboutI'm Lydia. I write free verse. Nature is freedom. My Bird, I am forever changed. Rest in Peace, my beautiful friend. Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginativ.. more..Writing
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