Poetry: Forgotten Faces I

Poetry: Forgotten Faces I

Words: Liv Jeffes
Image: Maurizio Anzeri

Only dead people get put in the little box of photographs

Hidden away at the back of an antiques or market

A saturated mausoleumstall.

Or faces and times decayed.

Maybe they’ll see it as morbid

Or disrespect.

25p for a face forgotten.

I do my best to hold onto them

Tucked inside my wallet.

A new person I will hold dear.

An image lost by the family

Will be found by me

To cherish.

This is with no disrespect to the family,

If we all kept every photo

We would be more paper than man.

And its painful to see the life,

Once possessed by a corpse.

I look through as well sometimes

And wonder if a face I know will appear.

A face I had forgotten,

While I was busy living.

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