Prose
memories without a face
You cut the heads
out of all the pictures
burned them
tore each one
Were you trying to escape
all the monetary gains
each life representing
your lonely pain
I tried to hold your hand
one hot summer day
convince you of all the love
you were trying to throw away
Your mind is a maize
we often got lost in
shifting pieces of memories
molded by your current moods
I witness the quiet destruction
you mindlessly left behind
reckless, selfish woman
so proud ,you were blind
Time is drawing shadows
you can't believe the pace
looking at photos
memories without a face
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