Photograph Poem by Butch Decatoria

At times I need to glance at this.
When you've gone, I'll think fondly of
all the summers from that smile,
you're just so beautiful here.

And now as I look ahead
at the times I'll again need
to rout the insufficient days without you
my eyes will fall on this

Thoughtfulness
Fraying at the edges
An old glossy paper memory
Kept perfect, still —your smile
that's mine. I'll hold it near & dear

with me.
without you…