Guilt
Stop smiling at me out of your photograph
I know you are crying
Your toothbrush sits in a little holder
It will not be used again
The food you bought for our evening is still in the fridge
I shall eat it alone
Stop laughing at me out of your photograph
I know you are crying
We made love in an understanding silence
Now I make toast
You would never give me the chance to be myself
Now I am me
I hope that you will be happy somewhere
Not with me
She giggled at me out of her picture
I tore it up
Deep poetry... I would like you read my poem LET ME RISE too. Naila 😃😃
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It was a heartfelt poem and the solitary echoes the feeling that wrapped by the words. A good poem for sure, should remember and rewrite the lost poems again. I think it worth to revisit the memory in past and make it better with new perspective.