Taking Photos

I don’t have a photo of us

In three years 

We managed just one

And you kept that 

To give to your mother

I took photos of you 

But you didn’t capture me 

A latent fear of making it real

“You don’t live in the real world” 

So many times you told me that

How would it look I suppose 

If suddenly there I was

Existing next to you 

Photographs hold memories

You didn’t hold me much

Not where anyone might see 

I was always misremembering 

Never getting it right 

Perhaps I imagined us

My fault again  

I sit staring at the blank album 

Soft focus lighting 

Casting shadows

On ghosts

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