It's a very personal thing a photograph
taken one moment from another's laugh
caught unawares or thought portrayed
a moment of now forever stayed
I would look at your photographs
so many of one by so few
but all caught a glimpse of sense
and senseless commonality too
so I took all your photographs
and a few I happened upon
collecting your life from one or other
compiling and revealing truth
I took them all to have and live
the stories of your day
see and be and be touched by you
what your portrait had to say
I gave you some of my photographs
a bared truth for you to see
worshiped or tossed away
for you and me my only way
now all your photos are gone from me
given for others to love
I never really saw your face
I never got enough.
~p.a.2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem