Photographs of Skylines

I'm processing death. But criticism is still welcome

It's been a week since the last time

I knew I'd ever touch your skin

I knew it would be cold. 

But I recoiled still. 

Not wanting it real. 

Today I thumbed through some photos

I saw skylines, of trips we took together

And I smiled.

Then I saw a photo of you. 

My fingers faltered, then paused

Taking in your face,

I smiled, until I realized

There would never be a new trip.

I finally slide the photo from the top

Placing it behind the stack in my hand

It's another skyline. 

And I frowned.

I now hate that skyline.

On July 16th, 2021, the skyline would be there

But you wouldn't. 

And these photos of skylines

Of millions of people

In thousands of cars

Behind hundreds of windows

Now feel empty

Because they don't have you.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Grief is a painful process, but a necessary one. Here the speaker still feels the pain engendered by photographs of better times. It will take time for the spirit to finally come to terms with what has been lost, but that time will come.

[Death's Poet]

It's still very raw but you comment made me smile. Thank you