His eyes. What does he see?
His mind. Where is it now?
Those thoughts, that look,
I wish I knew.
I want inside his head!
A smile, not of laughter,
A memory recalled,
Reminiscing for just one take,
His curtain call
Before the final click
Then it’s lost to all
But him.
It’s personal.
PAUL COLVIN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-photograph-14/
