Beyond

In the mist of a mind, gathered over four years
You face is beautiful but blurred
Like the words they used to explain
The pain in a lecture theatre.
The clearest view I have of you
Is a photo, lightened and defined
Beyond the point you ever wished to be
Next to that there’s a smile or those words
Shouted on a bus
Repeated.
Never Deleted- the folder on my phone where your written words were stored
I broke that phone by walking into a table
You were not adored
Or so you thought.
Still you were captured in a misty mind, a short
Memory.