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i remember walking to church holding her hand and feeling the warmth of the sun on my back. i hated it that day. the sun should never shine on the day of a funeral.
we drove back to church, the sun was still out, and a certain song started to play on the radio.

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh

Every memory of looking out that back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s time to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye

 

i’m so glad he was in Fiddler. he had always complained about how my mom started doing musical after he graduated. the few rehearsals he came to, i remember him sitting with me and talking when we weren’t suppose to. i remember trying to figure out what to put on the back of my t-shirt and going with his original idea, Legally Blonde.

it’s hard to think that it’s almost been ten months.

i miss you, chris.

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