your wallet photo

i wonder if you know
that im nobody else’s wallet photo.

nobody else keeps my face
behind their cards,
creased at the corners,
worn soft from being touched
without thinking. 

nobody else carries me
Through grocery stores
and gas stations, 
through ordinary tuesdays
and days ill never know about.

maybe you forgot i was there.
maybe you didnt.
every part of me cares, 
while every part of me whisks the idea away
like a dream that has been forgotten

maybe im just a picture now
a version of us
that doesnt ask questions,
doesnt bring up what happened,
doesnt need an answer.

and still, 
when i saw myself tucked away
inside your wallet,
i felt sometime ache, blunder even

because for a moment
we were back where we used to be. 

walking through the mall,
laughing like nothing broke, 
like time has simply

folded itself backward
and given us the weekend
we used to have.

but i know better.
i know im nobody elses wallet photo. 

and youre nobody elses
old picture in mine. 

theres something strangely beautiful
about being the person
someone once chose to carry. 

even if they dont carry you
the same way anymore. 

so keep the photo,
if you want. 

let it fade a little more
every time your wallet opens.

because maybe love isnt always
about being the person
someone stays with. 

maybe sometimes 
its just knowing
that somewhere,
in the smallest pocket
of someones life, 

youre still there.

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