love still.

there won’t be that photo frame of us
in future
as we had outrun love.

the outlines of our happiness
it’s faded
as we didn’t trace enough.

fresh imprints with temporary ink
too soon
the smiles have been smudged.

to what’s left in the darkroom
is stilled
with focus lost through.

any attempts to filter memory
in contrary
just flashes of you.

and in my own distortion
I’m captured
in your love still.

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