Sometimes I catch myself
Staring at the picture of you on my wall
During the small lulls of my day to days.
Horizontal on Sheep’s Meadow
Your arms were folded under the base of your head
Propping up your neck so you could look my way.
Blue eyes locked to the center of my lens
You smiled carefully, smoothly
Like you knew exactly what you were doing to me.
And then I did the same to you.
Hiding behind my camera
My stomach sinking as I pressed the shutter.
Our second July together
Only this time I wasn’t horizontal beside you like before.
I’m still hiding behind whatever has been inbetween us since then.