naomi-pamela

An image or a shadow, I can’t make out which, 
Is moving in a Donnie Darko style time portal 
Out of my chest in front of me. 
And I’m forever thinking, will time and space ever merge 
To create moments like those again? 
Or will it forever be replayed in an Arthaus theatre in my stalling, staring head. 
Is it always my burden to bear? Of course, I damaged you like nothing else had. 
The face behind the camera peers out of objects you gave me and it has never left. 
It’s no longer sharp or clear, not biting or ringing,
No surprise, no puffy, love-broken eyes  
Yet still it tears me apart.