Hundreds of tiny people sit behind their perfect shutter speeds trying to capture love
I guess it could be easy.
A held hand here. A forehead kiss there. Maybe an engagement band or two.
Maybe if you captured a swoony eyed gaze.
That's love, right?
That's love?
That's what a 14 yearold girl makes the wallpaper on her disposable cell phone.
The same one she uses to plan her disposable relationships.
Anyone can capture that.
What about like?
Have you ever seen a photo of the nervous silent smiles, after a simple conversation?
Where's the picture of movie theather wishful yet sweaty unheld hands?
What exposure would be best for the simpleness of sharing a soda?
I dont know, but I'd sure like to see.

you’re the poem I could never write
staying up late, crossing out lines
replacing the hopeful words with disconsolate ones
closing my book, only to return to that page
reading through the lines that made me happy
and mixing in ones that evoke anger
it flows sweet off the tounge with perfect nostalgia and the right rhyme of bitterness
but it’s unfinished, dwelling in it’s uncertain psyche
waiting for more lines to be be added, just so they can be put out of date.