POLAROID

Memory, often a delicate image that brings a sensation of forgotten joy,
” It is like a blossom of laughter that evades the clutch of winter”I hear. 

I have longed for summer’s touch , perhaps a spring that will immensely repair these pale roses in my heart . 

The urge to abolish the echoes of her deafening voice haunts me, like a camera I snared the unappealing image of her chapped lips. 
A monologue transpired in my thoughts as I stood vacant, in disbelief that this is the last memory I have of you. 

Could you not wait to till we both take our last breathes like you promised? 

Your contagious laughter dwells in my heart like a seed , my fingertips await to touch your roughly textured hair once more. I yearn for your visit, this time I will look into your cognac brown eyes and tell you how much I love you.