You were the moment that never ends.

You were the photograph.

You were the camera flash.

You were the image that I’ll never catch.

You were the scene I couldn’t see to shoot.

Our light’s, now, long since dimmed.

You are my darker side that night ushers in.

You are the bullet in the clip.

You are the trigger.

You are the target.

You are the crime.

I just couldn’t commit.

You are the motive.

You are the consequence.