In Pictures

I found this old book

Of pictures

I’d found it too often

For corners creased

And gloss reflected

Fingerprints, stains. 

In pictures

We looked so right

Eyes shone brightly

And smiles glistened

Lighting faces

Brightening rooms 

Your back to me

I flipped through pages

Trying not to smile

At arms over shoulders

Trying not to cry

At hands clasping hands 

You turned around

And caught me staring

Searching for something

In hallowed eyes

That simply wasn’t there

Anymore