photograph
28July2022
10 minutes
it’s in the wee small hours of the morning and the light from my phone is blue and laying on my face, all the colors of your irises, the morning golds of dawn, the fertile spring baby greens, then hazel that just bathes me in a feeling of kind gentleness. you are just a photo in my phone now, and we are no longer in tandem, breathing the same inside jokes, nor letting our skins lay upon each other, the thoughts that were like freshness so keen and identifiable, this unattended garden of ours that blazed in the sun’s summer light and exudes a fragrant nature. these pixels cannot abound in my heart but the emotions are still in blossom in my grassy heart, deep down, you were just being you, and i was just being me, and somehow, there was a harmony that sung like bumble bees in the pastures/fields of your eyes. and then there is the sound of your voice, it doesn’t vibrate in this photo, it just plays in my imagination, seems that i truly miss the echolations, the reverberating of your laughs that were like songs, and yah, the smile that really was sunlight, but mostly because your eyes were lighting in my midst. the fragile and full lips engaged in kissing, yes, this is what i usually find missing, here at these pre dawn hours, post dusk minutes, the silence is succulent and almost deafening until i hear my breath like a whisper run out of me in a sigh, a lament for your presence. a photograph that conjures the scent of reminiscing, strong and deeply toned, like campfire smoke, or the energetic smell of sugar cooking with butter in a cake, so sweet and anticipated. sleep comes and my eyes are burning