Where Love Heals

the thing about a picture

is that it stays the same

even when
the people in it
don’t

the smiles
don’t fade

the hands
don’t let go

nothing inside the frame
knows
it’s already over

and now

all that’s left

are small, still moments
of something
that once felt
like forever

a dream
we were living
without knowing
it would end

and I’ve learned

memories are quiet
but they linger

long after
the people
have changed

Jacque