More Than Back, You Took Me In.

I should have realized then, my Dear,
how important pictures were,

our wedding portrait as an example,
once face down upon the mantel
like a still life, I the apple bitten,
you the peach, emblem of virtue,
in time forgiver of more than hidden
French postcards found in the attic.

So after I make you toast and tea
and seat you in your wingback chair
whereby the view is south southeast,
I tell you the sun will rise again,
knowing my voice is just a sound.

Tonight I'll bathe you in the shower
and dab your empty beautiful brow.