Photographic Memories – Poem (6.7.12/Poem 3)

Photographic Memories

A former Love sent me two photographs


 my left hand

slipped into

a Black & White diamond ring

he bought me

the other:

 a stuffed seal

who holds a red starfish

between his flippers,

 we named him Bobby Brown

and he became ours

on a trip to the aquarium

that we weren’t even going to take

because it was raining all morning,

but the sun decided to smile—

Good times

Sweet memories

Yet, it seems too perfect

 that we couldn’t snap photos of

the Yelling matches

the Hurt feelings

and the slamming of doors.



6 thoughts on “Photographic Memories – Poem (6.7.12/Poem 3)”

    1. Thanks David!! I’ll always hold onto the happy parts, they were amazing, but the sad parts were equally as stunning. So, I try to remember (so I won’t regret) why we no longer are an “us”.

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