A Heart and a Camera
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I blink.
I see.
I forget.
I try to scrape images from my brain
but they are too deep to touch.
How do I remember?
How do I feel what I felt at that moment?
You.
Sitting here in my hands
A heart and a camera
lay on the floor
a heart and a camera
behind a door
an old Kellogg phone
hangs on the wall
a ghost lives alone
only the past calls
