Negative Space

I keep the shape of you

in negative space

the outline where the light

used to fall on your face

I don't remember

the color of your eyes

just the place where they used to be,

a kind of disguise

So hold still, hold still

let the shutter catch what's left

hold still,

hold still

before I forget the rest

There's a room in my head

where the film never dries

every version of you

keeps developing twice

I print you in silver,

I print you in grey

but the paper won't hold

what the light took away

So hold still, hold still

let the shutter catch what's left

hold still,

hold still

before I forget the rest

Hold still...

hold still... hold still... (ahhhh)