Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Picture in the Frame

I lit our picture in the frame
Hoping to burn your memories
I watched our faces ablaze
Watched as they flooded me

My wet eyes said all in silence
Streamed over the almost burnt memory
I watched as the last traces shriveled in my hand
The ashes piled in agony

Felt my heart to see if you left
Heard my beat for your absence
To my dismay your burnt ashes now reigned
Became the sovereign of my presence

The picture in the frame
Now etched upon my soul
Engraved upon my heart
Made me whole

Maria Yousuf

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