Relentless

When I think of the countless photographs 
taken over years and years 

what was the purpose

capturing what exactly

and why

as this thought nestles in

it punctures my lungs

painful

how can one hold time

worse than sand

ridiculous

I miss him

but he is right next to me
ready to wake any minute

crying to say
“I need you, I love you, you are my everything”

Now tell me how that’s not addictive as fuck

who loves you

the ones who want to see you

be around you

hear what you have to say to what they have to say to what you have to say

to join the part of you they keep with them

with what is left of you 

and if no one visits,

look inside