you said that
maybe
i should start another
blog

for all the other
loves
that were to come
after
to preserve the moments
the kiss love damp
emanating from this digital page
kissing each readers eyes
with dewy lips
and sleepy eyelashes

i didn't correct you
didn't tell you
that there were
stories of others
before
that in this hallway of my mind
you were a portrait
the biggest
clearly
but not the only one hung on this hallowed halls
the most well lit of course
but not the solitary
frame

i did not tell you that there would not
be pictures after

i did not say anything
at all