There never was a time           before
this. I hold           the photo in my hand,
its            reliable texture firm         
against my skin. We entered           this
moment with            itineraries and
resumes, but            the place we’re
from is            off the map. Let’s          
speak           like we used to. I          will          
honor you in            our unraveling.
What           I remember: words, eyes,
beliefs. Not the setting. What           I
remember:             honesty. Reach out         
from            that moment, with           
your hand still           warm. Pull me
into           the photo. I will replay       
the rest of my life, repay           the
gesture.