Looking at photos has become for me now
a way to decipher the past like never before
there can be no new answers
only ones developed in a dark room years ago.
I look at one dated thirteen years ago and
first I cover the top half of your face with my thumb
and look at your smile-
it’s the same as it always was
controlled, as if you were keeping in a private joke
then I move my thumb so I can see
if the smile reaches your eyes.
They seem to be just reflecting the flash
and instead you are some where far away
so now I wonder if you were ever truly happy;
were you ever really hopeful or did you always know
there was only going to be one way
That this all ended.