wading in a photo,
trying to remember
your depth beyond the
light of that day,
when the azalea gave
you color, and the
reflection of years
stayed in eyes and
a slight smile,
a slight smile
growing to an
awkward laugh
as you wait for
me to finish
filming you, so
you can return to
that day/that way
of life you
somehow came to know
by necessity, not
desire, but
we often leave
desire when reality
comes calling.
slanted in the center,
you