Without a caption for the photograph
How would I explain what it is I feel
That you are feeling, or what thoughts
You might wish to express towards me
I could talk of emptiness, of loss
Of pain, of suffering
Of a void in the soul
Of not knowing which way to turn
What good would it do, to wish
That these infections would come to an end
To wish that we might be peppered
With joy, with happiness, with love
With the unbridled energy to be forces
Of new beginnings, pulses in fresh starts
Not caught up in the same old same old
But with the newly discovered originality
So you see the caption engulfs
The photograph; the words, the paths
The ideals, the doubts, the dismay
The despair; they all make an entrance
I could talk of where we aren’t anymore
I could talk of the snow on the ground
I could talk of Christmas, of lights, of presents
I could talk of the new year, but why would I
