your face is a photograph
in my mind
I remember the lines
the curves the flaws
everything that made you mine.

memories fade but these photographs last
forever etched in this pit
reminding me of you, of us, of love
Love broken from the start
yet we had no other name for it.

pictures stay forgotten in this dusty mind
until something brings it rushing back
brings you close enough
that I might reach out and touch
us before that wrenching crack.

Unfinished we shall be, love
eternally unfinished.