I've got one photograph of you

I’ve got one photograph of you

one real one

I developed it at a Walgreens where

the person behind the counter didn’t

know you

or me or how to develop photos

I took it when you weren’t looking

on a very good day

on a very good day that we spent doing nothing

but singing

to the radio

and drinking

s****y coffee on our way

nowhere

I’ve got a thousand photographs of us

but they’re all stored

in little boxes

in no particular order

in my mess

of a head

and they’re yellowing at the corners and

the colors are fading and every now

and then I’ll misplace one or

a hundred

but I’m never really sure which ones are gone

because the inventory team

up there never does their job

Sometimes they’ll spill

seven or eight of these little

boxes

and I’ll be at work

I’ll be trying to buy the best

cantaloupe

in the produce section

I’ll be at a bar with someone else

and they’ll be saying something

I don’t give a s**t

about

and

for a moment

I’ll stop hearing them

my vision will blur and the inventory team’s gone

wild

up there

trying to brush it all

back in

too late

too many

to put away

the boxes are broken

the shelves came down

and I’ve no choice

but to

see all these old

bits of us

once more.

 

Reviews

[mercy party]

nice way to describe a romantic identity crisis. we forget who were are. good words!