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3. Old photographs

Old photographs

On my desk is a photograph of you

taken by the woman who loved you then.

In some photos her shadow falls

in the foreground. In this one,

her body is not that far from yours.

Did you hold your head that way

because she loved it?

She is not invisible, not

my enemy, nor even the past.

I think I love the things she loved.

Of all your old photographs, I wanted

this one for its becoming. I think

you were starting to turn your head a little,

your eyes looking slightly to the side.

Was this the beginning of leaving?