Fascinated by
The way you pulled
Those photographs
In front of us
With your eager hands,
I patted the cat
As I looked over
At the messy floor
There,
You pointed,
We were married then
For 3 minutes
The next photo
By the fountain
You tripped
On your sandal
He chuckled,
This one,
He exclaimed,
I kissed you
As soon as
A passing car
Got your gown
Drenched in mud!
You were furious
But as I kissed you
You forgot
That from white
You became
Brown
The photographs
Were greying
Turning purple too
But your eyes
Were gripped
By the decent version
Of who
You used to be,
So was I
The windows
Made a sound
I think
Those were bells
That I hear
Distant yet
They called to me
Just like
How farther
You’re getting
As the hour
Tiptoes out
When we
Once promised
Of facing fears
Together
Instead of
Creating
Each other’s
End
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem