I am sorry,

But you cannot look through these lens again

My friend,

I have seen it fall to the bitter ground

The darkest tar,

The sound still echoes within the carved halls of my heart.

It was broken, shattered, cracked

It lost its’ focus

The shutter know longer knew pure light

The aperture was no longer wide

No more big pictures and bright ideas

It was restricted, pin point

Stuck on a 16 f-stop

Deprived viewfinder

Butter finger photographer

You threw my lens to the bitter ground

And no, it cannot be repaired,

The SD card is shocked with fear

That now hollow heart is scared to beat again.