I fell in love with a broken man
thought I could put him back together again,
but instead he made me broken too
that's the last time I entrust my heart to you.
everyone makes mistakes sometimes

but I never thought you'd be mine.

how did the top of your hair
get so light?
why did your ring suddenly appear
on a different finger?
where do you disappear to
when you leave my sight?

to photograph you
would it heal
this feeling inside?
a desire for intimacy,
closeness to you,

or perhaps, shock
at how you turn worlds

but the distance
between us
is further than
the gap between
your curls,
too bad a photograph
is so intimate

because you belong to her

that is what I want,
to have a small part of you to keep
since I will ever have the privilege

to be your home