I see the filmstrip of your life
played out frame by frame
according to my view.

I re-view the last time I saw you,
the quality of the light...
the camera angle which caught you
so alive
so full of breath,
The details are in digital,
I can see the grain of the woodwork
on the wall behind you,
I can see the nerve-rings in your iris,
I pan out
I pan back,
the camera looks at the ground,
I dont remember why, then
you are framed by my eyes again,
and the film rolls on,
the scene closes
as my eyes close.

02/23/2009

Posted on 02/23/2009
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