Another old poem, this one’s from August last year, fiction

If you were in a movie—

If you lived during—

Life is a movie

All that talk

What if you lived in a picture?

A picture

A slice, a capture, a freeze frame of time

Never to be recreated

What if you lived in a picture?

Forever preserved

A memory not to be lost

Unique

Unchanging

What if you lived in a picture?

Captured in a photo, enslaved to time

Never moving forward

Stuck on an invisible repeat

Someday gone

Everything always the same

Stuck in a rut, never to get up

I live in a picture