I want to press you between the pages of my journal,
To preserve you the exact way you were
At a time when we were younger and so in love.
To come and visit from time to time,
When I'm feeling strong enough,
Or self-destructive...
we both had our cameras that day
i know it for a fact because
for some reason
you took some amazing photos of me
which is rare for someone with my looks
but we didn't care much because both of us loved it
the sun was shining in that awkward cloudy blue
that doesn't overwhelm us
but doesn't inhibit us either
we walked to the park and sat by the creek
the water lapping at our feet
i took a picture of you in the grass
you looked like you were sleeping
beautiful more than you could imagine
and then we saw them
momentarily only
as they came upon the water
their eyes black as pitch focused on nothing
but their path
heads of shimm