Wrinkle d in sepia
By
Jude Kyrie

I know it was me
All my fault.
How I need to see you now
just once not to talk or hold you
just to see you alive
and beautiful.
Just for a moment that's all.

In my bedroom drawer
the old pictures that were us.
No longer in thier glass frame.
smashed in a fit of desolation.
Now a sad *** of history
under old birthday cards.

I lay them gently
on the table
Smoothing them.
As if I could
smooth the wrinkles
you left in my life