Four clicks come quickly,
printing wet images in sepia .
The decision for blue or red curtains
is never seen amongst the gray.
Stuffing two people in a makeshift closet,
forcing closeness and embracing it.
Looking at one another clearly
in front of the lens, feeling giddy
with something new like a hot affair.
The images stop, years pass,
and photographs are left only as a reminder
of a bright memory in time.
Old fashioned, no erasing,
trashing, editing, or deleting
like modern cameras
that depict a false reality.