Pictures

I saw a picture of you today.

A picture taken with your new friends in a place we never went to.

I didn’t miss you.

I didn’t feel possessive.

I didn’t feel betrayed.

Instead I just felt sad.

Felt sad for the times we never had together.

Felt sad for the way we ended and for the way you refused to respect me.

We had once been the best of friends always talking, always one in love with the other.

But you grew bitter and angry at the world.

I stayed happy and go-lucky.

And by the end of our years penned together we were strangers sharing a sandwhich.

So I saw a picture of you today.

You looked happy.

I was glad you were happy.

I was glad that maybe you had found something or someone to make you feel whole.

I’m still me.

I still believe in Jesus Christ and I still go to church.

I wonder if you’d understand that now.

I wonder if you’d respect me now.

I saw a picture of you today and I wonder if you see the pictures of me.