Light Leak

9/12/11

The camera shutter opens and closes
The light is let in and then quickly banished
She looks through the lens and holds the shutter button
The image disappears from the view finder
It reappears and she notices a loose film door
A fallen branch snaps behind her
She jumps when she turns to find him there
Greetings are exchanged an she smiles
She smiles and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, almost shyly
His eyes are so intense and she’s loved them from day one
His lips are soft an pink, they are pulled in a thin line
There are slight creases in his brow, but she hardly notices
His hair is neatly trimmed, his 5 o’clock shadow barely starting to show
He doesn’t say much, he watches
She rambles on about the beautiful day
The sun is at the perfect height
The shadows just right
Nature seems to be on her side today
He rubs his forehead against his palm
She never notices the worry in his eyes
The way he avoids her eyes
The stillness of his normally rapid moving tongue
She is sucked in by nature and can’t help herself
There was the butterfly, and the lilacs
There were the pine trees, and of course the giant oak
The daffodils and roses, gerber daisies and hydrandrias
The tulips, the patagonias, the garden was in full bloom
She saw everything and yet not what was right before her eyes
She turns his attention, with excitement, to the butterfly
She then expresses concern over the loose film door
He watches her fidgety fingers press against the film door
He watches her hair fall in front of her face as she looks down
Mid length layers that crop it just perfectly
She absent mindedly pushes her hair back and turns back to the butterfly
He listens as her camera clicks
He touches her arm gently, as if afraid he might burn her
Afraid he might leave scars on the delicately light, smooth surface
It isn’t until then she notices something is different
She looks at his bright brown eyes and sees something she doesn’t like
They’ve changed, the color hasn’t, but they now hold regret
Regret over what?
She now notices the creases in his brow
The way his lips are pulled tight
Now she worries
She turns abruptly to the butterfly hoping she’s wrong
The butterfly is gone

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