I stand in the camera shop, such a mundane place for the thing I see, and the seeing of it.
I found your camera in a box from half a century ago. What a surprise, to find film inside.
And, dear God, there you are. Before I had you wrapped ’round my finger. Before you could kiss away my hurts. Before you were anyone’s hero.
There is your face, so dear, so fresh and slightly out of focus, sporting a lopsided grin as you fiddled with the camera, accidentally taking a selfie and leaving it for me to find.
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