Forgotten Portraits

Suddenly nobody knows where you are.
You’re just a memory,
an echo,
an idea thin as smoke.
Your last text, call, letter, Facebook post—
only footprints in the surf.
Your edges blur and you become
a friend’s story,
a lover’s history.

Initially, you beat against the panes in set-aside frames
begging to be taken out
and rolled into motion once more.
But after a second winter,
then a third, and fourth,
there comes something serene and warm
behind the haze that smokes the broken hourglass.
Something new
and just for you.
This world belongs to you and yours
and when you glance back and recall your life’s movement
with a sigh of days gone by,
you are irrevocably comforted
having become that final exhale
that hangs in the air after the passing.
You pose
and hold it.

We are all the dead.
I am not apart from you for long,
except for breath,
except for everything.

Source: Poetry (February 2021)

Janine Solursh

I'm originally from Toronto, Ontario, but have lived in Georgia for most of my life. I work in the field of health and nutrition and I love running and being active in general. I also really enjoy preparing healthy meals, writing, singing, and spending time with my family and close friends. I work closely with Common Good Atlanta in many ways including as a board member, alumni, and on other special projects, as well as a monthly running and cycling club we have recently started. I look forward to continuing in my growth as a writer and finding joy in new ventures and passions as they are presented to me.