it has been a while
since you sat there,
counting up our money
in that fancy restaurant
in new york city
but i can still imagine it
perfectly, the expression
on your face
brow wrinkled, tongue between your teeth.
i took a photo of you
with the disposable camera
my parents bought me
for memory-makers,
photos of tourist’s attractions,
and you said i’d made a mistake,
that this wouldn’t be worth remembering.