I need to take my camera

To a repair shop

All pictures are dark

And faded

No light gets in

As if the camera was sucked into a black hole

Where it can’t breathe


I see everything through the lens of death

I can’t see light anymore except as

The absence of darkness


The absence of you

Is what turns my eyes inward


The absence of you

Is the absence of meaning

And the absence of quiet

And the absence of rain upon my face

After a long hot summer day

Or the absence of applause

When the music ends


The lens of death is a lens that can never focus

Except on distant objects

On distant times and places


Darkness is sandpaper

It rubs off my resolve

To breathe


You were a soft cloth

That could keep my lens clear

And help me see

More than the darkness in front of me

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