Film

The image is grainy.
Blurred.
But I don't need to see clearly
To know what it is I'm looking at.

I can see the colour of his skin
Though the camera's bleached it white.

I know the shape of his mouth
Though it's near invisible in this picture.

I know the way he looks at me
Though his eyes are pixellated
Just dark squares here.

I know what a picture cannot see.
I know the feel, the scent, the life of him.

It's imprinted on my heart.