When Will We

When will we not text "good night"
Will this really be the end?
I know I had stopped saying good night
Months ago

And I regret it now
It was childish
And stupid
And I wish I hadn't done that

To us
To you
To me

To start the day
To end the day

That's what I'm missing
Without you

I'm getting used to the silence
But the waves of sadness
Still come here and there

That there's an empty space
In the bed
And the things I used
To think were annoying

I miss
I admit it
I miss

Replacing Photos

The walls are bare
Random holes
Show injury
In the walls

Where his photos were
Not yours

The blank walls are
Empty canvases
For you to paint what you will
What you want

Your life
Not his

Looking through old frames
You have choices
To pick from
Black and white, metal, and color

So many choices
Good to have choices

The memories of togetherness
Cut and taped beneath a matte
Placed behind glass
And hung on walls of the past

Now you dust them off
Undue the tape

Going through your photo album
You carefully choose which ones
To print, to cut, to hang
These are the new images

For your space
Your life