I used to keep a diary for travels
where I noted down each Kodak moment snapped.
It’s a hard covered notebook; grey textile, lined paper
(but lacking margin) where I penciled notes
of pictures from my train-trips over Europe,
and of our walks together into wilderness.
Mostly it is dry and boring, places more than people but
I’ve noted down the time and place
where we got engaged.
A place beside a lake where we decided on our future
and made promises to keep.
there’s a pocket in the covers of my notebook
where I’ve kept mementos, tickets, notes, receipts.
But I also know that in that pocket
there’s a photograph of her, another girl.
It’s never been a secret that others came before you.
You even knew that girl, you’ve met and talked,
between that girl and me, it was over when we met.
but still it feels like treason
that I’ve kept her image in that notebook.
I think you know about the photo,
and there’s a box of letters
you have kept that I will never read.
Today Mish is having Poetics at dVerse and wants us to write poetry on a memento. Select one and try to bring it to life through emotions and story. Pub opens at 9 PM CET.
February 28, 3017