the answers i don't want. the questions i won't ask.

i'll fold up this photograph

into sharp creases with wide space

disconnect the scrawls on the back

that tell you when and where

but not why

never why

i'll never know why you took

this photograph

what you were thinking with your eyes so far away

and with your hand so close to mine

and i with my head against your shoulder

my eyes closed in the shadow of your arm

and my feet still for once

against the leaf strewn sidewalk

i wasn't going anywhere

your eyes though

looking for the horizon saw things

dreams in which you breathed

and blew out like smoke in the morning

while i ran my finger through the fog

you made on the glass

and erased it till we saw the world 

through my elementary heart shapes

and you laughed

with the sound of leaves falling

or rather how they look falling

your laugh like small streaks of colour

rising and falling in the wind

and then skidding along my skin 

and i keep my feet still

because i never want to leave this moment

i'm folding this photo

giving it creases and wings

and when fall comes i'll send it in the storm

to follow the leaves

i never thought that you would leave

i know the when and where

but not the why, never the why

of where you went to follow your eyes.