Us, Before

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.