His Last Photo
To See Him One Last Time
Author’s note: My sweet Courtney and his longtime girlfriend visited in my dreams the other night. How I miss them.
in the nineties, I never took photos for reasons
that must have seemed good enough then but
now
when I wake in the morning
shocked to see you again
if only in a dream
.
young and laughing, your soulmate
at your side,
the two of you playing tag around
the tree that grows in the front
window
(a tree that still survives
after all the years
of hacking it back
so it won’t grow through the ceiling)
.
to see you now is to wish
i had a photo of your youth
so others could see the spark
of green spirit
mere words cannot
convey
To see you again
young and in love
the two of you
two green ribbons braided together
.
But there is beauty in that final photo too
on that last day
knowing it was the end
creaky with arthritis
you washed your face
and climbed into the window to
bask in the sun
one last time
tho i thought you’d lost the strength to climb
alone into the window weeks before
.
on that last day
with fierce determination
you climbed on scuttling claw and
gripping beak
before i saw the effort it cost you
before i had a chance to lift you up
.
i can do this
let me do this
.
one last climb
one last bath of sunlight on welcoming feathers
the last dream before
I descend
to sleep against your heart
and then fly away
to soar with her again
Notes
This story was simultaneously published to Medium, but you can enjoy it here without the paywall.
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About the Creator
Amethyst Qu
Seeker, traveler, birder, crystal collector, photographer. I sometimes visit the mysterious side of life. Author of "The Moldavite Message" and "Crystal Magick, Meditation, and Manifestation."
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