A Joint Effort in Lost Time

I catch glimpses of you 

in my camera obscura. 

Short bursts of light, 

flashes of your form

held steady

for a few seconds at a time. 

In this darkened room,

built with the bricks 

of my own misgivings, 

I'm illuminated 

with warmth and colour 

spilling through a pinhole

held in my hand. 

Reflections of your life 

cast on the walls 

of my inverted thoughts.

Blurry are your surroundings,

only hints of what 

or where your 

life has taken you. 

I want to reach through,

to touch the previously ephemeral (being) 

and be frozen in time, 

like a box of broken watches.

-C

//Did you think I was going to keep this hidden? Never.