On the end table

On the end table
You smile still
In your photo, from long ago
You couldn’t know

On the end table
You still look out
In your world, with no
Doubt of many summers

On the end table collecting
Dust, you still smile at us
From faraway, you’ve been gone
So long, beyond yesterday

On the end table we left
Your last photo- it’s summer,
You’re 18, everything’s full
Of sunshine, now it’s nothing
Except the past 
Days we expected to last