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
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