Marriages as long as ours
Should be cast in stone.
When she left me
Anger filled my life.

I broke the things she loved.
Just to hurt her I suppose.
The wedding pictures
In the glass frames

Later in remorse
I put them in
the bedroom drawer

Now I just ache
to see her.
Just to hear her voice.
Not to persuade her to return
It's too late for that I know.

In despair  I retrieve
Her pictures from the drawer.
I try to smooth the creases
In the photographs.
As if it could
Smooth the creases
She has left in my life