Selfy

Pictures have memories, we view subjectively

Like poems telling half-truths ...we thumb between lines

they say cameras don't lie, but people often do…tell stories of loved ones

without the ugly pictures which would destroy the truth.

A thumbnail captures my imagination

My universe explodes into a galaxy of ideas.

A star amongst a galaxy of prose

Thoughts glide easly like transparent celiloids

Imitating jelly fish in deep water

Like this one, she will, I'm sure

As no other creature has such splendour

I count the exposure,

My face glistens and ripens in the sun.

I press the button to send.

The time for second chances

Vanishes, evaporates into cyber air

I imagine her face at the time she sees mine

All mysterious and mater of factly all at the same time

This one could be history in the making

Another purpose marking the passing of time.

as i go back to my thumbnails and delete my ex for the last time.