The Photographer

Staring out the window,

And the view talks to me,

I listen but don't seem to hear,

A figure appears,standing,posing

On the other side of my lens

I try to focus on the model

But I couldn't capture my image

It was you, you disappeared

I lower my camera and to find nothing,

Nothing but a clear photo shoot

As time goes by,

I try to edt and photo shop each photo

But with filters, I couldn't focus

I ended up eracing the blurry pictures

But when it was said and done

The memory was gone

Everything was gone,

I tried to reload my data base,

But everything I work hard for to keep was gone

I figured out there was an error

After that moment, I knew you were a munfuction

The blur to my blindspot that blinded me by your flash

I was zoomed in way to close to see out my lens

That this whole time it wasn't the filters fault

It was me the photograhper fault

For not seeing a image for what it is