To Fran, Four Months On

To Fran, Four Months On

Old photographs
Filed in my memory
Not so clear or right
As the ones in the computer
Saved with your love
Against a time such as this
When you have been gone
These four months
And I am left

Lonely mornings
Broken by gardeners
Daily shopping
Bitter espresso
News of a world
That no longer seems to matter

I sit like your father did
Enthralled with your images
And the beauty you found
In the world we shared