Photographs old
occupying space
reminding me of what
I was not, when
I younger was,

Hidden was she
around the corner, the edge
the photograph hidden
denying herself participation
denying the fact to be
preserved in my memories,

Lovers were we
not an obvious choice
a fact, a reality
hidden to others
denying myself the pleasure
admitting, owning up to
a future shared never
to be

Pointing my camera
the moment, the instant
crystals exploding, saving her
the moment to treasure, forever

If only

The memory of her, fades
no photos to remember her by
just the ones never taken
my arms around her
one snapshot moment

When we together
were

This piece is the work of Notthedane56. You can find a lot more of his poetry, fiction and humor on his main site Everything in and around Denmark and on his new blog My House at the Sea