I held the device in my hand,

It felt heavy,

It felt light,

No,

It felt just right.

 

A strand of hair,

A wondered stare,

No,

It is not her,

Just a fragment of my imagination,

A memory of a sensation.

 

The reflection on the window,

The colours of the lights,

Red, Green, Blue, oh, what a sight.

 

Again,

I lifted the device,

It felt just right,

I looked at her through the sight,

And took the shot of the night.

 

FOLLOW ME. :)

Published by Mohamad Hakim