A Picture of His Nose

I can't remember the last time I loved him.

I saw a black & white picture of his nose.  And somewhere in my mind, I saw the face as a stranger's. 

I didn't recognize him.

I didn't remember being in love. Didn't remember his voice, it what I loved about him, or when.

It was strange to everyone.  Especially me. And the me I used to be.