Photograph

A simple photograph 
haunts me now 
of some forgotten 
man it whispers 
here I am 
like a cricket 
he is calling 
come find me 
like a squeak 
I look everywhere 
and under everything 
I try closets 
pushing away coats
and beneath stairs 
no one’s there 
does he exist 
certain he does 
dropping into chair
I trace fingers 
across the photograph 
my fingers remember 
that which my 
mind now cannot