I haven't written anything in a long while so here's an old poem I guess:
polaroids
i recollected the polariods i found, everywhere in the drawers
thirty-seven with us before ours started to fall
believing you might still have what's yours
you'd hold the instant camera up, our bodies tangled
said drowned in the flashes and my toothy smile
forty-one with me in my backpack even now
couldn't what's left be photodegraded, all the reminiscences
why does these still remain here like capricornus chasing me
not alpha leonis lit these aging polaroids and let us all go
i recovered the polariods i remembered, scattered in my closet
sixty-six with you after we ruined and left our closets
wishing you still kept those like what you heard
thought you'd hide it, always found it in your russet baggage
noticed i was always captured just as i lost what i missed
a hundred bad polariods never went back
left these behind and you left me solus
and we're polarized, knowing i hated being astrayed
how excruciating to left me awake in this labyrinth all forlorn