Photographs of the Missing

A cycle of poems «This Is How We Disappear»

Shadows crawl across the wall
Where faded faces used to fall
Dust motes dance in dying light
Each photo whispers, “Where’s the fight?”

I trace the edges with my thumb
The ghostly smiles, the empty numb
Laughter lost in distant years
Unspoken fears, hidden tears

The room spins slow, memories burn
A lesson learned, a bridge we yearn
To cross again, hold you near
But echoes here, nothing clear

Photographs of the missing, cold and still!
Each one a wound time cannot kill!
We search the frames for what’s not there
A love that lingers in the air!

Truth it bleeds, heart it seizes
Took for granted every day
Pictures gray, love astray

The clock ticks loud, the past resists
A hollowed-out, unyielding fist
We reach again, but grasp at air
No answers here, just despair

Photographs of the missing, cold and still!
Each one a wound time cannot kill!
We search the frames for what’s not there
A love that lingers in the air!

They’re not just images - they’re a part of me!
A broken heart, a memory free!
But in the darkness, I still see…
The light that once was meant to be!

Photographs of the missing, cold and still…
Wound time can’t kill… love that’s real…
Search the frames… what’s not there…
Lingers in the air…
Fade to black… silence grows…
Missing pieces… no one knows…
Hearts hold on… they’ll always stay…
Till the end of every day…