Scrolling through timelines
I realise how we mentally compartmentalize
Events in our head. Look at these pictures…
That was the last dinner we went for together
Here is the wedding the year after Ma died.
See those are of the first vacation without her,
This was the last holiday with Baba. It’s funny
How the person in the pictures disappear
Only to reappear in memories
Of pictures dragged out of old albums
And shared again and again
Somehow bringing to life a void
That never is not emptied, of an abyss
Holding an image of happier times,
Of a deepening darkness as we look inside
And cannot find the people we seek.
I feel the weight of that nothingness
Of that clinging fragrance, that voice I heard
Only a while ago. Was it really that long?
If only pictures could speak and memories be erased
As quietly as the people who touch our lives are gone
Banished from our photographs. Forever.