I wonder if she poses to the camera
every once in a while
as if it was him taking her picture
at every time
what would it be like?
living
reminiscing
dwelling
waxing then waning
then remembering
then forgetting
dreaming at once
then escaping at other times
degrading the lots
then defending a frail
outline
of something that's been
but was never hers today to call
not even MINE
DO you mind?
I've thought you'd let me carry your body
rather than mine
but now it feels like
I'm not supposed to be alive
when yourself isn't even sure
if alive
looking back it sours
like a lime
depending on the hour
sometimes I miss the blacks
sometimes to miss the whites
tell me I am FINE
what do you even see?
what could you even find?
in the drops of water at sea
I see a picture with no define
blurry to the see by the meadow
by the cottage
by the sign
in sight
90s posters scattered
cheering the wine
surmount me in free
meet me: bar or gallery?
where our shadows hang
cornered
hung at a framed stance
what do you say?
say to me

                                                             ­                              ------ravenfeels