Picture
All night long, sleepless,
you promised to take
his picture off
your night-table
to place it in your chest
away from your tears
yet you hold it close to
your heart as though asking
for his approval before you let go
of his image, enough said
to your mind by his presence
memory’s endless anguish and
loneliness you hope to let go
though his picture remains
tightly in your grip as if he waits
for the story you’ll tell him of
your grandchildren who came
to visit last weekend
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 