poem

 Photograph

Sometimes in a picture

You’re not looking at the camera

You’re actually peering through the 

Lens, signaling to a future self idly 

Flipping through a stack of old photos

Or scrolling through a digital album

Who will see himself frozen in a moment

Brandishing a practiced look, a certain smile

(One you both recognize so well)

Letting him know this was the one.

That everything was once okay 

Close to perfect even

That trip, that celebratory dinner, that holiday

This one time,  

(In case you’ve forgotten)

We were happy

10/30/22