Words from my notebook

I've pulled it out of the darkroom

In an attempt 

To reclaim what was taken.

That box of snapshots

Sitting on my floor,

As I scatter these images, memories

One by one.

I'd never looked

At her beauty 'til now.

Her skin is mine;

Her hair,

Her essence.

I would give anything

To capture her again

But she belongs to me

Only in photographs.

xoxo