Wrinkles

I know it was me
mea culpa my fault
How I need to see you
just once not to talk.
just to see you alive
and beautiful.
just for a single moment.
In my bedroom drawer
The pictures that were US.
no longer in glass frames
smashed in a fit of desolation.
Now a wad of history
under old birthday cards
I lay them gently
on the table
Smoothing them
as if I could
smooth the wrinkles
You left in my life