thelastasthmatic

i looked into her face this morning
her eyes closed,content
her forehead pressed to mine
in an afterimage of bittersweet happiness

a black frame surrounds the picture
separating the photograph from the clutter of my room
separating the moment from the chaos of my life
a wall of black holding a sea of love

i turned my back and walked out into a rainswept and grey day
filled with absence and uncertainty
save for the picture on my desk
and the memory in my heart...