to my chica:
i've seen it
the pictures of your life
we bent down in the booth
over some civilized drinks
and peered into the tiny screen
into the little digital world
of triggers
things you remember
the kind
that i most likely drifted past,
occasionally through
when i was close enough to try.
i've seen it
the product of the work
the things and way
of dedicated years
and focused intentions.
while my pants unravel
at the seams
my shoes leak
squish squashing through the puddles
i know i could have
should have
still might
have some pictures
on the tiny screen
of cabins full of smiling faces
softwarm scarves
sunshine eyes
blue sky afternoons
perfect days.
there's still a shot
at making some memories
and having a few good snaps
of me with the crew.
it could be fine
but i know
that even then
on the screen
in the prints
of pictures of me
us
the family hike
there would still be
one set of prying blue eyes
in the middle of it all
begging to be set free.