Photographs of Skylines

Photographs of Skylines

A Poem by Death's Poet
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I'm processing death. But criticism is still welcome

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It's been a week since the last time
I knew I'd ever touch your skin
I knew it would be cold. 
But I recoiled still. 
Not wanting it real. 

Today I thumbed through some photos
I saw skylines, of trips we took together
And I smiled.
Then I saw a photo of you. 
My fingers faltered, then paused
Taking in your face,
I smiled, until I realized
There would never be a new trip.
I finally slide the photo from the top
Placing it behind the stack in my hand
It's another skyline. 
And I frowned.

I now hate that skyline.
On July 16th, 2021, the skyline would be there
But you wouldn't. 
And these photos of skylines
Of millions of people
In thousands of cars
Behind hundreds of windows
Now feel empty
Because they don't have you.

© 2021 Death's Poet


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Grief is a painful process, but a necessary one. Here the speaker still feels the pain engendered by photographs of better times. It will take time for the spirit to finally come to terms with what has been lost, but that time will come.

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Death's Poet

1 Month Ago

It's still very raw but you comment made me smile. Thank you

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Added on July 27, 2021
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Tags: death, funerals, photographs, memories, cemetery, skylines, newyork, grief, pain, crying, grandfather

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