Photo Story: Wilt
The kitchen window framed the panorama
of our dailiness: the kiss of tea to tongue, seasons pouring down against the glass. Your pinched mouth quivered, your gauzy eyes guarded the roses against decay you thought you could stop. You couldn’t. As the blooms withered, their shadows hanging upside-down on the table, you wondered, What will I be without my memories? Across the bridge life built for us, you mull the same query over and over, insisting you’ve never come to an end that is not also a beginning; though you fumble for my name, already long lost to the dark.
Photo credit: Alan
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