It happened

In a poem,
not about you

though titled with your words,
a few
that have stuck in my head
like a tick
or a collection

of phrases that
remind me of your voice,

(the worst
the best
the end)

I spoke of a loss
and no
pictures

A common thread
in my loss
has been no pictures

so pictures have been important
in my attempts to save people

the way a conversation
can be saved
for years

while memories falter

Did I not watch this movie with you?
Did I not sit next to you and tell you I had never seen it?
Do I remember any of it?

I guess now, I will.

Now that I have a few pictures.