A Little Late; A Little Sad

Lovely.

Lying in the cold grass puts
goosebumps on my bare flesh that you
graze with your fingertips as you take
photographs. Your baby girl glides on
a swing and smiles as I recount
tales of times before you, wishing I had
shared those times with you, so that
you never would have missed out
on things like honey-suckles and backyard
bats. You watch me from behind a lens
and you seem so far from me. It is amazing
how close you stand to me, and still, behind
the camera, a world away. The same camera
that captured the first time I came to your
house; the first time I cooked for you; our
first formal together; a lot of moments stood
still in time. And I can't help but feel
nervous as I recall how many photos you
have taken, how many moments you have
stalled, how many girls you have immortalized,
each a work of art by a true artist. In the truest sense
I am nervous I will disappoint you. I never asked
to be anyone's Most Significant Person. I just
asked to be allowed to love you. If it is the price
I must pay, I will proudly be your Person; your
Babygirl; your future, past, present; your ever
faithful, always late, smile on film.

Reviews

[Danielle Asher]

the image of the photograph, the stillness is so sad and so powerful. this piece flows so nicely. Great work.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This poem is one that makes me feel somewhat melancholy.
Loving someone behind a lens .. taking what you can just for the love..
This is beautiful..
Very good ..

Chloe
xoxo