Your drawn face says all
I needed to know;
you desired to accompany me
on my journey
but I left you, back there,
with my childhood toys
and memories, an attic space –
four walls you will have
to become accustomed to.
It echoes too, with all you
did and should have taught me.
There are frames
hung haphazardly,
depicting the milestones
and your absence,
the empty space
where you should have been,
then, instead now,
after I have learnt how to love
all on my own.
I am sorry I left you back there
but I am afraid, it is where
you belong.
Written for Susan M. Conway’s 100 Days of Writing Prompts: ‘I am sorry I left you back there.’
Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
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