Sunday, April 1, 2012

An Empty Lens

The photos are gone now
Lost in the confusion of
Too many moves
To too many places
I remember taking them
Telling her to walk toward me
Along that quaint, cobblestoned street
Seeing her through the lens
I remember the way she walked
The way she held herself
The half smile on her face
And when she reached me
Wanting to kiss her
“Not here”
I took her hand
“Stand beside me”
Quickly, I took another picture
Just the empty street
“It will look as if you disappeared”
It’s that second photograph that haunts me
I keep looking up from that empty lens

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