9:50PM
by tns
I keep replaying all these well-taken photographs.
In them, is myself and an empty space
As if the photo were taken of two.
I won’t be happy until I find out who you are.
I’d get it all mixed up just to have every bone in my body broken.
If it meant viewing these lonely photographs.
To know that you existed at one point in life,
My life, this life.
I’d rather spend the days forgetting you existed
Than spending my days wondering if you did at all.