I've been staring
for so long at this picture of
you, and
I'm wondering
How it is that I can recognize so much and so little at once;
This glow from the screen makes things clearer in the dark
Yet here I am still squinting,
hunting for nostalgia and
the same hazy story,
drawing a certain reality
more tolerable than truth,
that more words were held and mulled
than vulnerably strewn,
that there will always
be so much left to learn
about you