Some memories come back at the strangest times…

No document exists of the moment
but in my memory
That’s all I should need
but sometimes it’s not enough
and I want to go back
or I want to move on

After the gaze is cut off
what do you see?
Does my expression become blank
a cipher for whatever you believe?
I remember a time
when you used to see me

We never needed photographs
to document the scene
Now all I have is a single picture
it’s never enough
and I want to go back
or I want to move on

to where we hold the gaze
and we see

(3 September 2015)