August

 

It suddenly slips sideways.

How did that happen?

So recently our pictures were,

Still perfect.

Am I remembering it all wrong?

Looking through a lens,

Unfocused.

Missing the point.

I struggle with the idea that,

This is not worth more.

I stumble over the thought,

That it hasn’t been enough.

Am I remembering that wrong?

You know my memory is useless.

That’s why I take the photos.

But context is flexible. 

I can’t see tomorrow and,

I don’t think that you want to.

How did that happen?

You’re still perfect.

This empty room is not mine,

An empty place.

Somewhere we used to be.

Recently, suddenly, sideways.

But I’m probably remembering

That wrong too.