As the end of the semester nears, I have officially sent my photo book to be printed but I leave this poem below that I wrote to accompany my photographs. Pictured above is the cover image and one of my favorites that I took for this project.
Forgotten.
an open door,
leads to a room,
inside a home,
where one has been.
but what was once,
is not no more.
it’s ugly,
though somewhat beautiful.
and we can’t help but wonder…
who lived here?
who was here?
who came before?
a memory in the dust.
a reminder on the wall.
forgotten.
only a key left behind.