EPIGRAPH: PART ONE

I remember when I met you

the hands of time stood still;

you and your camera smile-

a flash of something real.

We talked until the evening,

the moon came out for a while;

the clock resumes its ticking

and my heart was on the dial.

The morning came to claim you,

and as far as I can tell-

there will never be another,

who will know me quite as well.