it's just a square of sepia
you ... there in the half-light
you ... snapped from the sweep of time
and snared in a pattern of pixels
static contrasts that freeze the moment
and imprison your beauty in a dry second
and yes
in the next puff of breath
i guess you were gone
transformed into someone else
another you
the you who moves through space
the you who picks a wildflower
by the roadside
and who carries it home
to nurture in a vase of sweet water
the you who loves
with a body animated by passion
the you in process
the you entwining and releasing
the you in real life
someone fluid and in motion
someone who knows the warmth of the red sun
someone who embraces and who falls into an embrace
someone so far away
so alive and so different
from this sepia square
that taunts me as it fades away
with every passing day
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