To Sergei (by Kadidia Adula)

To Sergei:  

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.)

Comments

[Satia]

Wow. I mean wowowowow!

I miss having poets in my life. Poetry is everywhere but there's something about community that just makes me homesick.