The 'Dali' you sprayed
on the back
of the envelope
from a friendship card
you mailed me
the first time we
broke up
the picture of you
sitting at the kitchen table
in front of your
35th birthday cake,
Benson and Hedges Long
in one hand
Kendall Jackson
sauvignon blanc
in the other
the only known
black and white photo,
wrapped in Saran
of you and
your brother Tim
the first love letter
you ever wrote
when you called me 'Babe'
and promised to take me
to that place
I'd never been,
even in my wildest dreams
the Rosh Hashana card
you signed
with only
a pink calypso kiss
have all survived
for five years
in the box
on the floor
of my closet.
©L.B. Fine