She asked. Do you have
my
photographs. I have your photographs.
You can string them out.
Over your bedroom. Through the dining room and living
room. Across the
hallways that lead in and out of the
kitchen.
Cover the
walls that bear witness. With portraits of
pretty girls with gentle
eyes. Smiling
faces.
But there's
a tension in their posture. In the
hold of their
hands. Their legs.

Keep your portraits.
I have them
all
in the bottom of my drawers.
String them out, your own proof of love.
We will add photos. Of brides and grooms and babies.
They'll keep you company.

After they don't.

the photographs are beautiful.
you can have them.
being that you don't have the people
that are in them.