My Camera

I blink.

I see.

I forget.

I try to scrape images from my brain

but they are too deep to touch.

How do I remember?

How do I feel what I felt at that moment?

You.

Sitting here in my hands

A little box that holds unimaginable power

Capturing the moments, the faces, the stories of my world

preserving them and keeping them true.

With you in my presence, I feel calm

because I know when my finger releases from your shutter

my life will be forever.

 

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