It's In The Photographs
by Trisha De Gracia
It was always in the photographs
we never took to hold ourselves
together, some belying fear
the precipice we stood on
and looking out
and seeing nothing but such beatiful
and mesmer in our mirrored faces
knowing that this ledge would be between us
so soon enough.
And I would hope for
in my hands and in each breath to be
the grace that you would hold
inside your heart for some undying moment
live and breathe inside each faltered shadow
til you became the light you've always seen,
but it was never me
and I could never stay inside
your calloused palms for long.
And now there's just the heartbeats skipping
off along a different chest
tears for different reasons, smiles
for those forgotten lines
we talk as we if we don't remember
all the ways we held eachother close
and how those days resisted death
like wick things always do.
I'd like to be the hand you hold
inside yourself, I always have.
I'd love to be the heart you hold
when all the girls are shadow pasts.
I'd like to be the friend you've kept
inside, despite the photographs
you've yet to take,
the edge of every blade
that cuts you into soft reality
and every time you hang your head
I'd like to be the hand that lifts your chin
and tells you everything you always were
and everything you're meant to be.
You're beautiful to me
the way you smile and taint your halos when you're bored
I've debated all the wrongs we've both committed
held them up to light
and watched them turn and run down fingers
just leaving with the pass of time and pull of gravity-
pace with me.
Author's Note: "And how the grace with which she walked into your life
will stay with you in your steps
and pace with you a while" I don't want to be in love with you, but I miss my friend, and I feel like I found him a bit again today.
Posted on 07/13/2006
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