National Poetry Month, day 2

This is very rough draft, please critique gently :)

I open the album to you,
the last picture taken
of the whole family,
"There we are, " I say, not sure
if it's to you or my companion,
"Stiff and awkward."

He snorts, then says,
"That's what she said,"
as if the tired word play
were as inevitable as death,
and doesn't understand
Why I sigh, and walk away