Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
i stare at it,
a polaroid afterimage
haunt of detail—
a shutter flicker—
through a
white instant image frame.
residue of a moment
long gone...
never forgotten.
he never missed a detail,
never missed a moment
to zero in o
n
. never missed...
how i miss him,
his quirkiness,
his humor,
they way he saw
so much meaning
in what others find
trivial.
like this photo,
of a nose,
or rather,
me sketching
a nose—
not a rose—
a nose...
his
nose.
the same detail
i pencil-applied,
he gave it too
when the shutter flied.
this photo—
now held in my hands,
reminds me things went
beyond our plans.
Yet, this fact remain true,
It is a doorway back to you.
It is so much more, my love,
than a tormenting ghost—
is ever a reminder
to me
of who you loved the most.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, April 18, 2026.
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: Part of the Afterimage collection. This is where it begins. Written with permission and dedicated to and inspired by Friendship’s shared poem, "When collaborations with a higher power fail", and photograph—and by her late husband, whose eye behind the lens captured more than just a moment.
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Comments3
Argh! No photos of Poepye & Co's antics. Why not? WCAT! lol.
Wistfully melancholic it brims with nostalgia and paints with memory a picture of what was but is no more. It bleeds with faded colors of the past that fill a soul with emotions lost and now found so nicely done my friend
Well written, Tristan. Paintings, drawings, mosaics, and now poems and stories are collectors of all my memories. Begging to be released. Thanks for the share.
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