She stood posed in photographs

Standing straight like a statuette

The colors faded from age like the memories of the flowers on her dress

Then I felt the infinite weight in the air that recedes but always hangs above me

To swoop down with a thought of her

To keep my heart always breaking

How I pray for death

But every chance I get, I tie the rope around the prayers instead

I missed the line between you

And forget

One thousand angels could not fill your absence and the portraits begun were left blank and unfinished. I tried to complete them but what good are memories when they're all that's left

Renoir would have turned in his grave when my lines failed to define your face

I found a dried rose in my carrier and I swear I remembered you. Just a glimpse

Just a passing photograph in the bedlam of my mind

You see its things like your smile that I can't lose, no matter how hard I try

Did death greet you warm or did it grab you by the wrists and drag you down with it?