Torn Photographs Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

We stumbled through delusion’s doors.
You woke my spirit free.
While laughing, dancing, burning floors,
I loved, though carelessly.

You were the torch, the only one,
Who sparked my deepest heart.
Why did you vanish with the dawn?
Illusion fell apart.

I couldn’t keep those photographs,
The ones on that bright beach,
Nor when you grimaced, just for laughs.
I tore them since our breach.

For faded loves I treasure most,
I search in albums rare,
Some shameful, some I’d care to boast.
But you are never there.

On evenings, as the sun sinks low,
My thoughts recall the past,
Of freshest loves and bygone flames.
Yes, you are always last.

Young faces, loving eyes still look
From pages, happy, sad.
One face is missing from my book.
Your love I never had.