I am haunted by your smiling face.
Standing naked, looking at me,
Caught by chance on my camera.
You know I take pictures-
You know I loved to take your picture-
You know I loved you with all my heart-
At least I tried to.
So why does this image haunt me?
Because I’m not sure you remembered the camera.
I could have reminded you – but I didn’t.
At that moment, your face was all I saw.
I am who I am – I am not without flaw.
Should I delete this image of your smiling face,
This memory of you and your spirit?
No.
Deleting it would destroy something,
Something so beautiful. Something so telling.
Deleting it would leave only a shadow-
A hole – emptiness only encapsulated by its memory.
A tree who’s core was excavated and dark,
Only a history on the outside-
And dark emptiness within.
Your face is so beautiful,
Your body so powerful,
Your smile so true.
I am haunted by the image of your smiling face,
Standing naked by the bathroom,
Looking at me.
Is shame what I feel? Loss?
Should I delete it?
I will not, its a perfect artifact of our story-
Passion and pain – peace and longing.
And smiling happy faces.
I will cherish and protect this imbued image,
This history of happiness and yearning,
For as long as its magic remains.