Picking through pictures

I am picking 

Through 

Pictures. 

I find his 

Face and stop. 

I have not 

Seen 

That 

Face in a

Long time. 

But this face 

That I am 

Looking at...

This face is

Gone.  

It's been 

Gone for years.  

The face that 

He turned 

Into 

Was 

Selfish 

Ugly 

And hurtful.  

If I saw his face 

Today 

I would not 

know 

Him. 

I look down

At the 

Picture 

And start 

To remember 

Who he was.

I take 2 pictures. 

On these two 

Days he 

Was kind 

To me. So I will 

Keep these.  

I pick one 

More picture.

This one was the 

Day you were 

So ugly 

To me. 

I will keep

This so I 

Remember.

Remember 

Who he really 

Is. 

Not who 

I thought 

He was.

I throw the rest

Away. 

I continue picking

Through pictures

I am

Happy 

And healed.

So these 

Memories 

Are 

Just 

That.