Undeveloped

24 glossy ghosts of you,
I had to pay for 36.
But they had a special offer on;
I got a double set of prints.

Your first red eyes let love shine through,
But I see when it starts to fade.
It’s the blurred one that that tourist took;
I think that’s “13A”.

The next you said “no photos please”,
Covered your face up like a star.
A green sticker says the light’s too low;
I peeled it off to see your bra.

The last shot is just me alone,
Blowing kisses to what was you.
To nothing but a bright white void;
The film’s over before I knew.