pictures

so many of them, all on a screen i should not be staring at, all frozen with moments of you when you weren't looking when you stared back at the lenses, and at me, staring at you, thinking, i have work to do.

i learned from all of them that you are beautiful, that i like it when you scrunch your nose up, that i am jealous of all who stand next to you, looking almost equally beautiful, at the thought that you might've loved her, that you might still love her, she's beautiful, she's funny in a good way, she's childish enough to beat you at your own game and beautiful and she's right next to you in that one and that one and that one, and looking so happily content to be close to you.

i found some comfort for you, and you gave me thanks, and i wonder if i should dip my toes in the water, and if the water's nice and cool and warm if i should slip in and if you would be behind to pull me up and out if i can't handle the water. i wonder if you could find some comfort for me too. and be happily content in a picture with me.