I saw Your Picture - Unfinished

I Saw Your Picture
I saw your picture
next to the computer screen.
I saw the picture of you
that I took in Circleville
and I cried.
I cried on the inside,
but I cried because I love you.
I cried,
but my tears weren’t heavy.
At 4 A.M. a Conversation
You asked me to talk to you
at 4 in the morning
needing reassurance:
"Are you really working at the church this weekend? You’re not out with her?"
"No, love. She is memory."
"Don’t you miss her? You were hellbent on talking to her."
I’m stuck between the rock of honesty and the hard place of wearing kid gloves.
I do not speak, as I suspect this is rhetorical.
"What changed for you? You said you loved her. What did you find?"
"I found nothing there. There is nothing, an abdominal scar, three faded ink stains, and a man named Abe."
"She was your mistress."
"She was my friend."
"She was your skank."
…
"Don’t call her that."
"Are you really working at the church this weekend?"
"yes, darling."
"Is she going to be there?"
"To the best of my knowledge, no."
"How do you know?"
"I don’t, but she doesn’t come to church anymore, so I doubt she will come."
"Maybe Reverend Mike called her and told her."
"I doubt that, he knows the history, he is wiser than that."
"What really changed for you? What changed your mind?"
"My mind changed a long time ago, but I was too bull - headed. I had to be right."
"what changed?"
"She was a coward. She is constantly running from something. I could not live like that."
End volume 1.
 Mark Wilson