“Without Photographs” by Nathan Lindsay

There were never pictures of “us.”
I’ve known couples in love.
I’ve read about them
…envied them without mercy.
Portraits of tenderness
trapped in observed time.
After the last kiss is dismissed
the frames are all that remain,
as if struggling for breath…
A mark that some face of love
existed, yet there is no character
of us… only a fiction…
existing somewhere between
the aurora of limitless sight…
and the gentle dusk
of a beaten heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nathan Lindsay is the father of a six year old boy and a librarian who is pursuing a second master’s degree in English. Being a parent defines him these days.