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A *Moment* Caught in Time
The picture of us is all I have as proof that you were even real…
“A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.”
— Ludwig Wittgenstein
A *moment* caught in time,
Taken by a camera with no storage,
Is but a glimpse through the lens of a stranger;
But he caught our *moment*,
Holding still the world around us
As we continued on living,
Hardly knowing the world had stopped at all
Even if for a *moment*,
Even if just to pose for the lens.
But after reveling in that *moment*,
The one that drifted away with the winds of the world —
Before we were even ready to part ways with it —
We saw the truth of ourselves through that snapshot taken,
So with burdened hearts, we each took our own picture that day,
Not realizing the camera had no storage.
But our minds — boy, did our minds have the storage of…
