Pictures of You (L)

I remember when we were whole and we kissed
to Pictures of You
you had a father
I had a mother
it all seemed so tragic
and epic and
moving

I remember when it was
so simple
as love

before our littlest
fell asleep in our bed
before our oldest
walked away
before
Pictures of You
wasn’t a night
when you were 45

looking down at you
and seeing the boy
I knew 25 years ago
who had a mother and a father
and not much else

I remember nights
that were music
and moments
when we didn’t know loss
when it was simply
Pictures of You