A Cinematic Masterpiece

(06/23/22)

the way Their eyes twinkle.

the way i become a camera

capturing Their most mesmerizing scene

on the big screen.

the way the dust slows

in the sunlight

and i wish upon all those stars that

surround Them.

the way the Universe holds her breath

to keep from disrupting this moment.

the way that in a split second

the spark starts up the soundtrack of songs that will

never exist but make me at

home nonetheless.

the way i keep these rolls of film locked

in the shelves of my mind.

the way that i, the lonely narrator,

guard these moments i love through vicariously.

the way the camera can only recount but never feel.

the way i do not need to exist within the plot

to feel the joy of those who do.

the way i fear the inevitable rolling of credits.

the way the camera no longer exists

when the screen fades to black.

the way i know the story can and will

continue without a teller.

the way my purpose can be fulfilled.

the way i

find peace in accepting my

temporary role.

the way

i will hold Their eternal joy

far beyond The End because of

the way it is all i have.