last night…
i opened a silver box
filled with old
black and white photos
yellowed by time
there were no digitals
back in the day
i went through the box
photo by photo
but there was one photo
of you and me
a photo so old
and bent and torn
about the edges
and almost sepia with age
a photo where you were
doing something funny
because you wanted
to make me laugh
and i was laughing
because the laughing
was good
and innocent
and real
and i held that photo
in the palm of my hand
like it was a holy relic
and i thought to myself,
that was a moment
in which i loved you