Across the miles my story
Camera
Published on October 10, 2006 By Prudaline In Poetry
It is amusing
How mirrors & light
Makes people believe in memories
Printed on lustrous surface
Picked, planned
Cloning each moment of joys and laughter
With just a hasty sound of a button
Almost as explicit as the human eye
And I am left behind alone
Surprised gaping at you
This is a piece of you
A copy of a copy of your face
Caught in this frame I am holding
Is this all I remember of you?
I had to lean on another eye, not mine
Invention of mirrors and light
To assist me recall what my heart cannot?

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