This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2023 challenge and will be revised.
“The Worth of a Memory”
The pictures were spread out
on the table we sat at for years.
Many of them faded, tinted like
a filter. We got lost in their history.
Seeing their love change with tears
of laughter. Hair and glasses revealing
the styles of the day. Her eyes started
to fill with the pain of this new mystery.
A question of why, that the photographs
would not answer for any of us. A heart
can only take so much, and her’s broke
as she grabbed a few photos swiftly,
“What good are,” as she tore them apart,
“memories now?” she asked through the fear.
Poetic Form: Bref Double
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