Color Photograph

You know she was watching you
Put that photograph up on your wall
In its solid gold frame
Right above your bed
Right above your head,
She walks over to it
As you walk away
Swallowing the urge to
Rip it off the wall,
She glances towards the other end of the hall
Where a small black-and-white photo
Of you and her hangs
She stares at I t, then looks back
At this picture of you
And your new favorite,
A color photo, a close-up of you two
And it hurts her all the more
Because she knows
She was standing just next to you
Eyeing you,
But she was cut out of the
Photograph, and so
She stays in the black-and-white,
Waiting for the day
That she goes from this to a
Color photograph,
And goes from just being in the picture
To being a part of the photo.