i found them
while i was
digging
through old boxes
covered in dust
hidden
in the shadows
beneath my bed
i'd been searching for LPs
Lost in the Sound of
Separation on vinyl
record
its sentimental value
binding memories of
my favorite band
countless shows
a myriad of friends
it was there that i
found exactly what
it was i wasn't
looking for
who knows
maybe i hid them
because they
reminded me of things
best left forgotten
the blue sticky note
read in purple ink
"my favorite prints
for my favorite person.
thanks for believing
in my work."
in every photograph was a
little bit of you
dead friends
broken homes
dark rooms with
hardly any light
a child looking for love
the beach palms
skateboards and surfboards
in every photograph was a
little bit of you
shot in black
and white
refined in their
aesthetic but
only one photo actually
had you in it
three windows
light filtering through
closed blinds
an air vent in the bottom
right-hand corner
you stand in the center
and it is evident that
you are shirtless as you
look over your shoulder
at the camera suspended
in the room
what thoughts crossed your
mind when the shutter
shuddered shut
in every photograph was a
little bit of you
and if we’re being honest
there was a little of
me too
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
i found them
while i was
digging
through old boxes
covered in dust
hidden
in the shadows
beneath my bed
i'd been searching for LPs
Lost in the Sound of
Separation on vinyl
record
its sentimental value
binding memories of
my favorite band
countless shows
a myriad of friends
it was there that i
found exactly what
it was i wasn't
looking for
who knows
maybe i hid them
because they
reminded me of things
best left forgotten
the blue sticky note
read in purple ink
"my favorite prints
for my favorite person.
thanks for believing
in my work."
in every photograph was a
little bit of you
dead friends
broken homes
dark rooms with
hardly any light
a child looking for love
the beach palms
skateboards and surfboards
in every photograph was a
little bit of you
shot in black
and white
refined in their
aesthetic but
only one photo actually
had you in it
three windows
light filtering through
closed blinds
an air vent in the bottom
right-hand corner
you stand in the center
and it is evident that
you are shirtless as you
look over your shoulder
at the camera suspended
in the room
what thoughts crossed your
mind when the shutter
shuddered shut
in every photograph was a
little bit of you
and if we’re being honest
there was a little of
me too
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