There are no characters, no
imageries, no illustrious signs in
this world. No love, only the
iridescence of headlights, taillights
clouded by the fog of that
apparently rainy night. I do not
remember this photo I do not
look at it a certain way
with a certain romance towards
the past. For this moment was captured
by mistake, a slip of the finger ––
it does not deserve to be
commemorated or held out
on the wall like some trophy
of significance. So take it!
There is nothing in this photo
that makes it mine
nor yours, nor any other’s, belonging
only to a transient time where
you and I, walk and forget.
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