I woke up this morning

To the sound of the bird chirping

At my window.

Throwing the pillow aside,

I rolled over to see the picture

On the night stand.

What a crazy pose of you and me

Arms wrapped around each other,

Laughing on a swing.

You remember that picnic

In the park just down the road

From your house

When that seven-year old took our photograph.

"You guys are silly," she giggled.

I gently placed the picture frame faced-down.

~

The day after—

Goodbye seems like a bad dream,

But the sunrise makes clear a harsh reality

And the ring I gave you sits on the desk,

Right by yet another picture.

When will that damn bird go away.