the light was good enough

The light wasn’t good
but I wish I hadn’t waited.

You had a thousand smiles
and I knew most of them,
but there’s only two or three
in the pictures I have left.

The winter plumped my waistline,
but I wish I hadn’t waited.

You had a thousand dresses,
and I borrowed most of them,
but there’s only two or three
in the pictures I have now.

The wind mussed your hair,
but I wish I hadn’t waited.

You had a thousand postures,
and I mimic most of them,
but there’s only two or three
in the pictures I keep close.

The light wasn’t good for pictures,
but it was good enough to live in,
good enough to love in.

The light was always good enough.
And I wish I hadn’t waited.