Polaroid Teardrops
Fingertips touch the polaroid photo
my smile is transformed to teardrops;
Locked in a box for so long
I’d almost forgotten that moment;
It wears a crease but not badly damaged
maybe now I can bear the scar;
Traveling instantly back
will finally not give me whiplash;
Frolicking in the bygone reflections
dappled with beams of history;
Perception stood suspended
out of touch with time moving forward;
Emotions transform into a slideshow
each image a sliver of me;
Erased permanent branding,
an edge blacked out with magic marker;
Encased indefinitely in a frame
it’s okay to place on the shelf;
Lighting up at life’s snapshot,
I let the past revisit my mind.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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