The family photos came back;
snapshots taken the day before
we became
Us, after you.
Our arms around each other, warm embraces;
Now grasping each other wildly as we try to
find a way back to us, before.
Knowing there is only
Us, after.
I spread out the pictures and
stare into my own eyes -
into Me, before.
A stranger in my clothes stares back -
I am unrecognizable now.
The still lifes capturing the light I cannot find in
Me, after.
Mourning the person I was before
and
who I am now, after you.