Picture

I stretched out
her picture until it was a mess
of blurry colors
and shapes that slid in
and out
of my vision.
I stretched her out, until I thought
I knew what she meant
and in the end it was too hard to grasp
so I gave up.
I shrunk the picture until it was a white square
and it kept getting smaller
and then I didn't save what I
saw.
It was a question,
and an answer, and a statement
that maybe meant more than
she could say.
But I didn't take the time to read into it,
because I didn't want to
know
the answers to her questions.
I heard her tell me to
keep looking
and her voice was desperate
but I turned away because I didn't want to see
how much she needed
me
and I didn't want to tell her I
wouldn't be there
for her.