How may I see Through the lens of a broken camera? She is to be Viewed from each side With admiration, Upon adoration. My eyes Surface to the edge Counting falling droplets From ducts that never erased Memories from the lakes. Why despise What I can love, Forever-more? Her beauty is captured in stillness, Too still. Death leaks overboard My arms that held upon quivering movement. I let her drop From my loosened embrace, From my sorrowful escapade. She drew up, Once drew up A hand that reached for the moon, As now the sun in my heart, Grows dark. I fanned the flame, As I shall still do To the next day.