She was out of focus when the camera -
In my haste - opened its eye and stole
Her image to be taken into the future.
There was an obvious parallel there:
The memories this photograph would create
Would also be out of focus because
Of the journey she and I had shared.
A stark memory of hand written notes
Secreted in my nine-year-old hand
Ready for me to take to the Chemist shop:
The notes would be exchanged there
For little pills called Preludin -
(To be kept secret from my Father.)
She took it in order to lose weight.
Many years later I formed the opinion
That it was this drug that caused
A change in her, and in her personality.
When a slimming drug blurred her mind
Diverted it, and stole its focus.
She wasn't responsible for changing
It was beyond her responsibility.
Blaming anyone in particular
Would not make amends for the wedge
That had been driven between us.
Strange how some things in life
Have parallels in other dimensions.

© Griffonner 2025