Today I looked around and something was missin.. looked in the same place on that same shelf But all I saw was a picture of him and me Used ta be a pretty picture Used ta look better Used ta look like... feel like... something that could save me FROM me But today I looked at the picture and it was just... us and we looked like just any other.. a sistah and a brutha.. not the same as back then... little older.. little "thicker"... smiling less feeling more.. but wiser now. Back then woulda done anything for the man in the picture.. had to have him had to get it thought he could give it to me... make me have it, too. One day he walked in. Sat down. Moved in. Granny used to tell me 'if it look too good... probly 'cuz somebody throwed it away... Leave it be!' But I couldn't... not me. Together we became a FULL 1/2.. still not whole.. 'cuz something was missing... way deep down... like in the soul.. where I couldn't reach. Then the picture fell. I picked it up and reached to put it back on the shelf... I saw the empty space was filled with something else... TWO people not HALF.. not ONE.. and they both needed a shelf of their own.