There’s a song destined for the next album. It’s called “Picture.”

My ex and I talk often, and I imagine it will be quite awhile before I stop thinking about what, to me, should have been a phenomenal partnership.

Our demise didn’t happen overnight, of course. And there was an afternoon, a few years back, when I felt the end coming as I scanned through photos of us over the years. The number of pictures I’d snapped of him looking off into the distance was kind of staggering. The only photos of the two of us were selfies I’d insisted on taking.

Lyrics are below. There’s a pretty radical absence of rhyme scheme in the verses. There’s small internal rhyme in the last like of the chorus (eyes on… horizon). And only the bridge includes a standard set of rhymes. I’ve not pulled this off before or since. I think this non-rhyming conversational tone works by supporting the restlessness inherent in the song’s subject. At least I hope it does.

Picture

Who took this picture? I’m betting that it was your mother.
It’s all out of focus, and all of her pictures are crooked.
What a sweet boy. You really look like your dad.

That’s a good picture, you were so happy in that one.
Do you remember the day that you couldn’t stop laughing?
Then there’s this one, and I can’t recall where this was.
And who was that man there, with his right hand on your shoulder?

In every picture
Look at you looking

Right past the camera
Keeping your eyes on a far horizon

God, we were beautiful, just take a look at our wedding
I don’t think we ever have danced since the day we were wed
And everyone cheered like we were some winning team.

Our toes in the sand, I thought it would make a good picture
But I remember you wanting to just walk away
Then this last one, deliberately blocking your face
And turning away, as if you’d been caught in a crime.

In every picture
Look at you looking

Right past the camera
Keeping your eyes on a far horizon

Now I’m sitting here, and you’re sitting there
There’s more between us than the arm of a chair
Now these pictures make sense, they’re focused so clear
You’d rather be anywhere other than here

In every picture
Look at you looking

Right past the camera
Keeping your eyes on a far horizon
Keeping your eyes on a far horizon
Keeping your eyes on a far horizon