Hot orange tungsten filled our home,
A red’s remnants in our glasses,
So warm and comfortable.
Flopping around the living room,
Smiling so hard our faces hurt.
Some clothes fell off while we danced and sang,
Our love filled the halls and night.
A quiet moment-
A quiet portrait,
You laid your chin on the coffee table,
Face of a schoolgirl,
Sigh and longing smile,
Eyes flickering your heart’s fire.
I took this picture.
Now you’re gone,
It’s both our fault,
And both our benefit.
I stall upon the thought-
I remember to breathe.