negative, yet you . .

Negatives are all I have
   All that is left of you....
A few burns, a shrill voice
And the silence of death...
    All you have left in me
Are negatives; Love and Innocence.

I wonder at times how it feels
       To be without me.. rather myself
I wonder what it means to you
    Smile; Distraction; a hanging line.
Yet a touch, little too divine
   Only Commandment: Self-Destruct.

What is a photograph, my dear?
Is it a reflection or a creation?


Yes, there are negatives;
     Negatives of life; shades
 A little too bright; what
    About memories of midnight,
Flashing in future
    Sketched together in dim-light?