Portrait

I have a photo of you,
but you're not in it.
How's it a picture of me--
when I'm not in it?
Oh, but you are.
I have the rest of the photo
in here
I answer while tapping
my temple.
I recall the occasion
and our friends
and you across from me.
You've said something funny,
very funny.
In the photo, my face is luminous,
full of joy in your company.
My eyes shine with amusement and adoration.
You're outlined
in the smiling curve of my lips.
You're reflected
in the relaxed slope of my shoulders,
as I gaze across the photo
into the face of the man I love.