Snapshots
I had a really fun evening last night
With a friend
Who stokes a fire
Somewhere deep inside my core
It ended kind of sad for me
But only because
I received what I always ask for
Honesty and a chance
But before all that-
My friend really made an effort
To make the evening happen
And that alone made me smile
Our night included a surprise guest
A friend of hers
Who happened to be where we landed
And who came along for the ride
And it was a fun ride
We laughed and giggled
Traded stories about this and that
And the night just flew by
It all seemed so easy
And so really nice
Just a summer breeze
On a beautiful summer night
To my surprise
What turned out to be most interesting
Were a series of snapshots
Taken spontaneously
That only I have the luxury of seeing
After our bottle of wine
And somewhere just before
Or after dessert
We all crammed into one side of our booth
We posed for a series of selfies
My friend, our guest and our host
The patio manager
Who had become a friendly part of the evening
We ended up shooting a whole bunch of pictures
Because in the middle
We had to reset ourselves
My friend reminded me
Of my thoughts about her good side
And since we were misaligned-
We scurried about until we got it right
She takes a beautiful picture
And these were no exception
The pictures turned out kind of grainy
Because we didn’t exactly get the light right
So they aren’t ones you would normally show off
But for me they held something special
It was captured in a moment
Actually more than a moment
It lasted
As many times as I hit the shutter
In the pictures
You see the four of us
Big smiles
Clearly having fun
But as I looked more closely
Just at my friend and myself
I saw so much more
So much of what I miss
We’re just there
Her hand on my shoulder
Close to each other
Smiling
And that’s it
Just that moment
Relaxed
Spontaneous
Happy
To me it was magic
A moment that could sum it all up
The finding that place
Where it all seems so fine
I’m glad that I captured it
Because in the end
Although a picture can say
A thousand words
All the words are ones you project upon it
And that brought me to sad
Because it was all just an illusion
Crafted in my mind
To fill the empty space in my heart
You see
My friend and I aren’t really there
We aren’t really anywhere-
She’s just a good friend
Who projects a wonderful smile
So as I left the happy evening
Heading down the road
Sad but satisfied
I began to reflect on it all
That the night was real
And the fun was real
Our time together was real
But the moment wasn’t-
Or was it?