You can take a photograph
of your parents’ anniversary,
or the dog that followed you.
A woman you knew loved you
absolutely, positively, forever
who left without a last kiss.

You can take a photograph
and hang it in a silver frame,
or set it on an old oak dresser.
Keep it in a drawer where
no one else can look at it
except your mid-night tears. 

You can take a photograph,
then watch the sunsets fade it,
the dusts of autumns cover it.
And when it’s gone its way
so no one else will remember,
you will still see it everywhere.