A Picture Of Us

By Justine C. Tajonera

It used to be
that I would collect
pictures of the
two of us.
There were pictures
of our feet,
of the places
we'd seen,
the day we
were married.

Last night,
he had a picture
of us
in his hands.
He would have
fallen asleep
with it
if I hadn't
gently pried it
from his
fingers.

There is a story
of us
in his head
now.
And when I'm tempted
to pick you
apart
I remind myself
that someone is
keeping snapshots
of us
in his heart,
keeping him
safe.

For Vier

(Oct. 12, 2009)