Staring is Rude

Today I found a photo
Of us.
Of you and me.
(I found a photo that we're both in.)

I always hated that picture
Because quite frankly,
Neither of us looked
At the camera
Or that good individually
(Or together.)

I had stupid lines
From an uneven tan
That I got
In an ugly swim suit.
(I've sworn off tanning since.)

You had a stupid smirk
Because you were intent on
Being sad all the time,
But I make people feel better.
(So you couldn't help it.)

Your dad's unfashionable tie
Was trying to match
My cheap prom dress
But failing miserably,
(And his suit was swallowing you.)

I couldn't help but stare
At the train wreck we documented,
So representational of how we were,
That you somehow loved.
(Until we broke up and you sent it back.)

I can't afford
Wasting time like that,
So I made myself
Shred that horrible keepsake.
(Only now, I'm staring at the shredder.)