One Day; Then, Again

Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@priscilladupreez?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Priscilla Du Preez</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a><br/><br/>after Taylor Swift<br/><br/>It was a good day,you and I were here,tied into the same little spacefor a good few hours. I remember,we were smiling; what were wesmiling about?<br/><br/>I keep the memory with melike an old photograph foldedto fit a new wallet, edges frayedby the waves of a thousand touches,a million times I&#8217;ve wantedto hold that moment closer.<br/><br/>I know that you aren&#8217;t so far away,a few hours in the car, a few secondsin text, seven numbersthat I can&#8217;t help but keepburned inside my eyelids.<br/><br/>But you aren&#8217;t here anymore,not with me, not mine, except a ghostblurred with age, whole pixels smilingin a way they wouldn&#8217;t now.<br/><br/>It was a good day.We were good then.You loved me and thatwas still enough. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>