the screen jumped
I asked my fingers
if they snapped your picture
last night
They said
they had hearts of their own
and couldn't resist
The picture came out lovely
but I know you'd tag it
as "terrible"
My own heart advised me
against sharing it with you
as you might call it
terrible again
With a heavy heart
I removed your picture
to see how I'd feel doing this
Now I feel
what you felt
Terrible—
you feel it for one reason
I feel it for another
Both related
to the same thing
but different
perspectives
I sensed
a subtle beauty
behind both
The way you feel terrible
still touches me—
it keeps reminding me
you are in fact
terribly lovely