Pictures symbolize several subjects-
Love painstakingly, perfectly photographed,
Emotions lost in light,
Almost sickly saccharine in their ability to slough sincerity,
Seemingly poised, precisely timed,
Even when we were truly walking on air.
Few truly recognize that love
Organically stems from care,
Rarely does one never have to try.
Grateful is he who goes with those he loves beside him.
I felt too much, felt too hurt because my efforts to try were in
Vain, you didn’t truly want to get better. I couldn’t help,
Even when I wanted to scream my love off of rooftops.
My mistake, I should have known that when
Emotion runs too deep, pulling away is the last thing to do.
I can’t believe I walked away,
Let myself be so selfish as to withdraw,
Let myself leave you there and let others help.
And still I wonder why I did not let myself continue to hold you close,
Leaving you wondering what happened,
Wondering why did I constantly withdraw, further
And further from you
Yet now you’re in a hospital, a care center, a hospital again
Still after five months.
Look at that photograph
Of you on that wall, arm around my grandmother.
Vibrant, full of life, look at how happy you were!
Even though I had to ask her who you were.
You’re in a photograph on the wall. You’re happy then.
Oh, but you don’t seem so now. Did I do this? Is it me that
Usurped that jubilancy? I shouldn’t have let myself let you go.
Please forgive me, I’ll always love you.
Yeah, I should diversify my poem styles.
