photograph

it lies in the center of the room

edge jagged, torn where it once was smooth

a straight line

turn back time

and it used to be a perfect square

half is missing now

the half where you used to be

i can’t find it

i can’t f i n d it

(it is you)

panic beats through my heart

proof that it still works

i was afraid it

wouldn’t work, wouldn’t feel again

after i numbed its ache with drink

if i find it

i can tape it back together

straighten the jagged edge

make the square whole

but then i remember

even if i find it

it won’t turn back time

and when i wake up in the morning

i’ll just have this half in my hand

(the half is regret)