A few things about memories here, translated…
After the Photo was Developed
Did I Realize
That In Order to, Gaze Upon the Man in the Photo
You’d Needed to, Pass Through that Unmovable Boundary
To Stare at, the Man in the Image from the Other Side
Like How I’d, Picked Up that Ring, that’s Fallen Off the Hand
(That Ring that My Grandmother Once Wore, as She’d Washed the Laundry and Kneaded the Doughs),
Through the Denseness of the Fog, into the Woods where the Green Fruits Fell, on that Icy Plain
Undeniably
I’d Often Imagined Climbing Upward
That Lung that’s Needing More Oxygen
The Bloated Up Heart
not my photograph…
The Reflections from the Snow that Blinded the Hikers
The Coldness
Along with More of that, Indescribable Freezing Temperature
There’s Not that Many Things in the World That
Needed the Lights to Shine Upon Them Constantly
The Songs without the Lyrics
Which Are Still Worthy of Being Sung
Some Streets
That Were Remembered, But No Need to Travel Back to
Those Who’d Stayed
May Not Necessarily Be Your Friends
The Lovers, Don’t Need to Be Embraced
And, Those Remembered Things, Can and Will be Forgot Once More
Just Like Staring at This Photograph
Giving My Last Kiss
not my photo…
Understanding, that This Huge Snowstorm Will
Forever Bury the Face on the Photograph
That Icy Cold Air
Will Forever Damage the Lungs
And that Pocket the Photos Were Kept
Will Forever, Burn Up Inside Your Chest Cavities
So, this, is how hard it would be, to forget, because, even IF one day, the brains forgot, the mind and the memories are still, keeping track of what the brains had let go of……………
JUST the Unwinding of Thoughts 