Pictures, Photographs
Pictures, Photographs
what do they tell?
Stories maybe
… they seem so far
there’s your baby
my first car
Flat and shinny, old and square
Photograph a past affair
so familiar, not the truth
that wasn’t me!
That’s not my youth!
funeral wake, the past and gone
their body there
… but who can say
a lonely room
a hollow grave
cold and empty, white and pale
photograph it, just as well
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