The Things We Don’t Photograph

The Friendships I Never Photographed

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I wish I kept you in a photograph.

I wish I kept you in my memories.

I wish I kept you in my hands.

And didn’t let you go.

Until it was time to say goodbye.

We were best friends.

We were many things.

And from time to time,

You more than that to me.

You were my childhood.

The one I could confide in.

And I wish I had a photograph of you.

But you were not the one I kept.

But I wish you were in my scrapbook.

You were one of a kind.

Someone I could tell anything to.

You knew all of me.

And even though I may not remember much,

Because I chose to keep the past in the past.

But if there was one photograph I wish I could have taken,

I would have taken a Polaroid of us.

Me and you.

Best friends forever since we were kids.

I know our growing up was hard.

But I knew I always had you.

I know that later on,

I moved away.

And we never stayed in contact.

I wish we had.

But I know that other friends

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Have come along now.

But you are the friend I will never forget.

I hope one day I can see you again.

And even though

I have a whole list of people

I wish I could meet,

There is always that one person

That is at the top of my list.

And I have added your name to the top.

I know there may never be a day

That I don’t wish everything could have been different.

I don’t regret moving away.

But I do miss having you as my friend.

Just know that I have met some amazing people

Along the way that treat me just as well.

Some I have met in high school.

But I have only narrowed it down to one.

And that one will always be my best friend.

And they may be experiencing life without me.

And we may be years apart.

But they are the one person who has admired my art.

I wish I knew more about them.

But I am learning more and more every day.

I know there may be a scrapbook of names.

But there is one thing that is missing.

And that is the friendships I have never photographed.

Thank you Kirstin for always being there for me and for being a childhood friend I could always count on. I hope to see you again.

Thank you, Gabriel Diaz, for being the one who stayed with me after high school, for always being there in life and in my dreams, and for allowing me to fall in love with you and to giving me the opportunity to one day see you again, for allowing me to make contact with you in my mind, and for being there in my dreams for bringing me into your home and welcoming me into your life, for being the love of mine as I hope I have been to yours, and I hope one day you and I will be able to be photographed because that is one love that never got captured, but I know you and I have each other’s pictures.

I just know there will be one of us together instead of apart, but you always will be that one person I am glad I have photographed.

Thank you everyone else for always being there and mentioning me in your posts and making me a part of your journeys as well and just know that you all mean a lot to me as well thank you to all of my other supporters as well and for making me a part of your publication families.

Paulia Dianz . A ❃ , Monika Mahadev, Paulia Dianz ❃ , Parvathi J

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