

One, two, three,
hold it still
one, two, three,
against your will
the shutter closes slow on this frame
slow enough to catch both of our names
Slow,
slow,
let it close slow (slowly...) I'm not ready,
I'm not ready
to go slow, slow,
let it close slow
just a little more light before I let go
One, two, three,
the room goes dim
one, two, three,
I think of him—
no, wait,
that's wrong,
that's a different reel
I keep
splicing memories until none of them feel real
Slow...
slow...
let it close slow... (shhh...)