The Favorite's Lament

Beneath the dust and dancing sunlight
Half fallen
        Caught by a loose bracket
The photo of a girl and boy

She, leaned against his shoulder
    Eyes shut, blissful
        Face tipped up 
He, arms pulling her close
    Lips pressed to her brow
        An untitled moment
Caught for eternity

How they loved completely, for a time
    For a season, bliss
        Then a call from home
And the boy answered.

Dust drifts against a tear soaked cheek
Sinking into the damp
Mixing with despair
The grief known only to the favorite thing
    Set down.