I think he’s pleased,
The way he smiles at me
And keeps looking at me
With the wide, innocent
Eyes of a child, as if
There is so much more
He wants to tell me
But doesn’t know where to begin.
He knows he won’t be able
To find the words,
So he doesn’t even try.
I’ve kept the photo
All the years of our estrangement
To remind me of the good times
We once had, before things turned
Sour, and he left. It’s tangible proof
That I never stopped thinking of him,
Though we never spoke.
In the photo we’re standing on a beach,
His arm around my shoulder.
He’s very happy
And I’ve got my usual frown.
But this is the day, just before
Or just after the photo was snapped,
That we saw a fish hawk
Dive straight down out of the sky
And snare a trout.
It was so perfectly timed,
That dive, so quick, so efficient,
We never forgot.