Just when I thought
it would be ok
to look at photos brought
and sent during past days
when my soul
and my muse
were confused;
when the pictures
I collected
and reflected
on
brought such deep
feelings
that I filed them
away,
safe.

I was thinking I could risk
bringing them out;
that maybe things had
changed
in some strange
way
to make the exposure
of exposures
ok.

I was wrong.