A Photograph of You – Bright Kingsley
Photo Credit: Pikwizard A Photograph of You There is a photograph of you holding your love, a newly washed white fabric up close to yourself in the heat of a Sunday that had just stretched its legs towards your nose. The sun, tasting yellow as the morning Pa said his last prayer, holding our hands but letting go of breath. You loved to paint, said it was the beauty the world needed. I imagine that when you left, you must have painted the journey blue while giving the wind a taste of your voice. Every morning, I spread our memories before the face of heaven, letting them wear its reflection. The grass begins to burn into glass, and I remember how much you admired crystals, with their ability to bend light. You said you wished to be like this, bending pulchritude into transparency, knowing how easy it is to break. but what is […]
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