Pictures on a wall
Glaring, staring wide blue eyes
Peek at me when I look at the ceiling
Faces of what once was
And what I wish could still be
Creep across the room at night
A flutter of glossy paper, a thousand misplaced polaroid
pictures
Scatter the corners of cupboards and draws.
The faces of a thousand possibilities
Of love that would have been
Friends that could grow old with you
If it weren’t for the tug of fate pulling you away like
Gravity pulling the putty holding the picture to the wall.
Instead they go with me everywhere
In my suitcase, in my draws and sometimes, if it is not too
painful
On the wall- a spotlight of a faded memory.
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