When I close my eyes I can see the living room
I imagine it frozen in time
a clock whose hands don't move
there are the people in the room
but its not a portrait
they aren't posing for anything
I see Grandparents sitting on the couch,
next to each other with hands clasped
equal parts serene and exhuasted
The father in his recliner, his dog at his feet,
but no sight of the mother,
the one who always took pictures
A young girl is facing away from me
she might be my sister, but its hard to tell
she is looking at the TV
From this angle the screen is black