I hold your memory up close to my face
just to see if your beauty matches to the grain
of the wood on the frame
and the stain of our ‘was’ to the pain of my now
as I’ve lost what I had
because I can’t remember
the soft of your skin on the tips of my fingers
or the map of your freckles when my eyes used to linger
so I stare a bit harder
cross my eyes over heart
and the colours and moments fold over each other
revealing what went unnoticed
but between those lines
our hands intertwined
and that wisp of a thought
always brings me a smile
so I’ll hold your memory up close to my face
while your back is turned on me
and wait for the sun to shine