The camera roll is filled pictures so blurred
that we can’t tell what in them had occurred.
I refused to delete them because I used to think
of how happy I must’ve been then that I didn’t
even bother to focus and try not to move or blink.
A time when we were too busy making memories
to bother documenting them for centuries to come.
Because a future without you by my side shaking
with giggles into my shoulder ceased to exist.
Then fate cackled and decided to play a game, with
two unsuspecting fellows loosely tied together
by mythical red strings around their fingers ring.
I’m left with empty promises of forever, shaky
pictures, a cadaver and a heart that is singed.
Call off the fancy photographers with their effects,
for I see the world in bokeh when I think of you.