Camera

• Sharika Chakrabortty, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

Our eyes are like cameras
Trying to capture all the moments
It's like we live in the present's past
Relating to all our pasts and shames
My life is quite repeated
The sky doesn't seem so far away
It's like I have everything
But still, my hands are bare
I never wanted to leave him behind
But, the graveyards doors were about to close
I used to pretend that he was only sleeping
He’d be OK! But that was the first lie I told
My tears were the silent language of grief
Time was getting hard to measure
I still sometimes see you around the house
trapped in the lenses of our old camera