Pictures of You and Me

Jazz on the radio, background music
for chores and a day-dreaming afternoon.
House warmed by the smell of freshly baked bread,
dog asleep in his recliner, twitching,
and me with a cuppa, thinking of you.

Elsewhere, you rummage through a life on film;
images captured from happier days
and those when your smiles were free and easy.
Those black and white snapshots – you serious,
handsome; our private kiss while still in bed,
me in sunset, waist deep in the ocean,

each remain a framed memory of then…

I wonder if you linger on any –
maybe even pictures of you and me.