Published on Mar 3, 2013
I like for you to be still.
While I feel my way through the landscape of your face;
While I connect the dots
On the pixelated passport photograph fading fast.
Did your face twitch when you dreamed?
Did your skin look pale without the touch of sun?
When you wanted to be left alone and they kept asking questions did you-like your older sister stare hard at a spot on the ground?
Did you know everyone tells her how she reminds them of you now that she is seventeen?
When you tried not to cry did you bite down on your bottom lip the way your mother does?
Did your skin break out once a month like mine?
Did you have eyes the colour of ash like your mothers' mother or did you take after your fathers' mother...the one who came to the airport to see you off...
I was asked not to tell you that she died -- you're father wanted to wait till you were home
He said you were her favourite.
Your baby sister said you liked her the best.
She said she was eight when you left.
Your brother...doesn't say much.
Perhaps he remembers too much.
Perhaps he wishes you hadn't gone and left him to be the eldest when he was still twelve
You were twenty four when they killed you.
I was twenty four not long ago.
But you were always older than me
I imagine what you were like...I hope you don't mind
I was waiting to meet you
Who knows...we might have even been friends.
I needed you to be still
While I traced a face from memory
That was not my own.
Then there was still time and I thought
If I get it right...if I come close enough...
I could make them see your eyes...
it might make all the difference. Landscape of a Face - Shot on mobile phone.