Flipping through old pictures Wondering what she would say to me If she were here.
I can’t decide if she would Love you or hate you. I can’t decide either. Would she tell me to hold out hope, Or to forget about you?
Surrounded by her old art Wondering what emotions, History, She put into her work. Similar to how every piece of My work is about you.
Did she have a version of you too? Someone who Shattered her heart, Warped her brain, Made her eyes flash with recognition From a past life spent together?
What did she do? How did she move on? To find the love of her life, Stay married almost forty years. Maybe he was, The one, She spent forever with.
There are some things I’ll never know, Secrets buried with her and forgotten In his old age.
Regardless, I stand here Looking at pictures of her That look like pictures of me.
I bring her flowers and tell her Everything.
Maybe one day, If I really Listen I’ll find the answer, She knows I know In myself.
I’d rather hear it from her Than nothing at all From you.
–May 22, 2021