Guest Post | Cicadas

I was made separate,
by the picture on the wall.
Being all that I had.
Without memories...
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I think it was the sound of Cicadas.

In hindsight, that summed up feeling alone.

I see myself alone,

from behind, sitting on the curb.

That’s how I see my childhood

Now when I hear cicadas

I can feel what I didn’t know then.

I was made separate,

by the picture on the wall.

Being all that I had.

Without memories.

It gave me only proxy grief.

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Roeg Cohen is a photographer based in New York.