MEMORIES IN A POCKET

     Each day sandwiched
between a pocket 
a watch,
and some change
is a photo.
Light shimmering on glasses
in which one can see 
a smile so genuine
not posed or artificial
true to self
true to me
Thick strands of metal
intertwined wrapped around a neck
favored blackened apparel
with the sleeves cut off
arms bare
shadowed like a penciled drawing
Cheap camera!
pitch black background in the middle of the day
except for the floral patterned 
pillowcase
where a head was rested
I still smell the scent
which we shared 
a fine monday afternoon
Day after your graduation
I was deathly ill
or at least felt so
held my hand
held my head
held my heart
telling me jokes
funny antidotes
to make me laugh
Now I have a picture (a memory)
or two
of you
that I carry with me
and shall do so
until we meet again
When 
bodies ache
from working a long day
I reach in my pocket and find
that this one single photograph
of my love helps me keep
my piece of mind
our piece of the pie
Yes! soon we shall have our cake in abundance
and bathe
in it too!