Wednesday, November 1, 2023

5 years

Remember as the sun set on James island
     Barely there beach and we sat there

Tired

Together
                 in a blaze of red

Fading into the coming night

And how after heading back to our camp
An old man
                      stopping us
to show the pictures he had taken of 
Our silhouettes together encircled by 
Fiery dusk

How he asked for our emails 
In effort to send the photos to us and 
How we wrote them down
                                                on
a piece of barely damp notebook paper
And how walking away you said

He's never going to send them
Because he was going to jerk off to them

And recall how I'm sitting here tonight
Still waiting for those photos even though
It's been what, five years?