“Suppose you stood facing a wall of photograph from your unlived life”
if your accomplishments weren’t neglected.
A photo of you with love, a photo with you without love,
time shifting through memories never lived,
yet a remembrance of the forgotten peculiar.
The pictures arranged perfectly,
and the wall beautifully set,
the glassy reflection returning an image
and a shadow through daylight you are unaware of.
Then would you be determined?
Seeing yourself in a state of existence
Suppose the very last photograph hasn’t been taken.
Would you paint it yourself,
telling a story of predictions,
or leave it clear of thought,
making true the unlived life
now left to be boring.
Copyright ?2000 Natalie Roman