The streets are like a black and white movie.
The dull images on the screen.
But if you would only look closer, you would see what I mean.
The rolling of the projecting film, the flash of the instamatic.
The prints in clear view, the details of your face so graphic.
The light is closing in, the loss of my photographic memory.
The image is not the same without you here holding me.
My life would be in slow motion to be without your portfolio, the negatives are all that you know.
Our dream is in colour. Reality could be framed for you to see.
Which is why I am asking you, please come back to me.
