Photograph Poem by Sophia White

There we are. Two shadows in a photograph
Faces blurred by time. The outlines are hazy, unfocused
I’m not even sure it’s us anymore.
Where did the days go? How came these nights?
From where I don’t know, but it’ll be alright.
The night shall not endure, it never has,
But still this candle in my heart flickers.
Fear invades, what if you are lost again?
Beauty fades, years cover dreams and then
Here I am, staring at a photograph
Wondering.
I hear us, the voices of an unclear past,
Ghost whispers through a looking glass
Staring at me, I see pictures of you,
Reflected in my shining eyes.
But then the light of years, of time,
Ten thousand days of light blend and bind.
Where did you go? Where did you go?
I know that you were there, but I’ve been wrong before.
I heard your whisper. Was it the wind?
I don’t understand but I’ll try till I do or die.
I stare at our photograph
Wondering.
These walls are crumbling, and behind them, the sky
Peers through slanted sunlight and dust on the fly
I stare right back at it, but bold no more,
For it can see you now. I can’t anymore.
Back into the photograph I turn my thoughts
Wondering what was real, what was not
Back into the lost years, my fevered gaze
Weakly roves and returns in a daze.
Returns into the photograph,
Here I stand with a photograph,
My hand clinging to a photograph
My eyes weep o’er that photograph
Wondering.