Photographing Love (Poetry)

We were this snapshot —
candid and offguard
the air caught something of us —
stamped through and through
our shadows waltzing
and the flashgun laughter
focused bright and loud.

Such spontaneity was charming then —
the catchlights in your eyes
a promissory note unlimited —
there was no end to love or time
they were immeasurable
when that single moment held us
tight within its frame.

Life proved to be no more colourfast
than this old photograph —
we each grew dull and blurred
while inside ourselves we mourned
acknowledging the gradual loss
as passion faded from us —
left bloodless sepia.