A TORN PICTURE IN A TRASH CAN

The simple innocence of a torn picture in a trash can,
and I know my officemate has fallen out of love, as I have.

I see the fine corners of a torn picture,
carefully torn; as to destroy it but not to harm it.

I feel the heartstrings of my heart pulling at me, tugging at me,
wanting me to look at the picture- to look at what it was that this person loved.
Who it was.

But I realize that they may not want me to look at it.
And I rise from my knees, dropping my dirtied napkin upon the pile,
and walking away from the catafalque.

I loved you. Farewell.
Copyright ©2005 Ashi Shadow
6/19/05 on Katie. On a picture of Xinjiang's in the Trash Can. (Napkin from lunch.)