PolaroidsI cut you off without a goodbye -
Like a painting, I dumped you on the attic
For years of dust and darkness -
Because of your words and cruel intentions.
Sometimes it's easier to put a wall,
Between the past and the immediate present.
The words went silent after time -
Like polaroids, the gap developed slowly
And with every passing minute -
Your footsteps died out, so did your voice.
I can almost touch the woollen tiger carpet,
That was hanging on your wall for years.
I remember all your songs and sagas -
Like earthquakes, they became nostalgic
After the plates crashed on the floor -
The taste of frosting on your cakes,
And the water colour flowers smudged on paper,
Still bring me back to days of colourful joy.
I called you up with doubts and fear -
Like a ghost, crawling out of the basement
After years of dust and darkness -
Because of my words and selfish intentions.
Sometimes it's hard to travel back
from the present, to a world that might be changed.
Poetry by FrancescaLuca
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Written on 2018-05-21 at 17:26
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