Wish I could tell the difference between

The lives I’ve lived and the ones I’ve wanted.

In the dark room, my memories and dreams

Develop in the same pool of dark water.

 

I’m a self-immolating camera,

Burning his shots for another chance to

Trade the ashes at the drug store for a

New roll of film that won’t be spent so soon.

 

The truth is, there are only so many

People you can love, bodies you can catch,

Moments you can hold, then it all gets blurry.

Empty frames get filled if you’re not watching.

 

I thought you said that once—that is, back then—

If this conversation ever happened.