I could write in prose, I could leave my heart out,
but the language of my soul is love poetry.
I could separate nature from my words, exclude my images,
but the light within comes out in my lenses as photography.
I could pretend I don’t see you in these frames, don’t feel you in the imagery,
but you are part of me whether or not I want you to be–my heart’s favorite melody
and simultaneously, my soul’s greatest lament for what we will never be.
I could hide these words and images, or let my soul freely sing.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise