I threw out all our photos except this one
1/10th of a second of our two years together trapped in a prism
invisible till memory shines through
breaking time into red, yellow, blue
still the white light grew
glaring at the present without you.
And this poem alone shows how the past swallows us whole
what with an entire page to go and a pen full of soul
I stop to outline the last strand of your hair on my floor.