What are you doing in there
with the door locked?

Who were you before you had us
& are we what you wanted?

Who were you before you met
& who were you looking for?

Did you find that person 
or someone else?

Your scrapbook, Mama,
full of photos of you long before

you met Daddy, like the one 
in front of an old cantina

with tumbleweeds on a dusty street,
you smiling at the camera,

who took those photos?
Who made you smile like that?