Captured time-- so that when folded it would fit nicely in a pocket.
Bottle it up to keep on those ever present rainy days.

Does it show the truth or only the face you've desired to show?
The truth, your eyes, betrays you.
Days, months, years past, and those piercing eyes reveal those breathless moments.

Anger, pain, sorrow, or was it elation?
The emotions begin to string together, reminding me uncannily of thick knitting yarn.

A desire to wind and tie it around your fingers so that you never forget that moment.
Captured time, called upon in a moment of reminiscence.

A breath of fresh air arises from somewhere outside the door. Sensibility grabs a hold and you let go.
The photo to remain buried for another day when its captors will come to taunt-- yet again.

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