Forgotten on the ground of some street,
A faded black and white photograph.
Pick it up, dust it off and you see
The world she is living in:
I can’t erase you but I have buried you well.
At this exact spot,
The remains of my feelings for you rest.
I need you below so I can stand above
This brittle earth.
Inexplicably I am still seated by your grave.
I talk to you about the meaningful and the mundane,
Just to stay close.
Time passes by; I forget if we are today, tomorrow or yesterday
Until a visceral tearing reminds me I can still feel.
A young girl finds an exit out of me
And she is dripping living colors.
Echoes of her sweet laughter fill my ears, calling.
I follow polymorphic, colorful foot prints
With each step I am closer to the living
And you become something that is forgotten.
(Kadidia Adula is a poet and a student at Brooklyn College.)