An Unnecessary Gesture

What I could have said was
if you wait for me
I’ll be right there.
But I didn’t. So instead
you left, just as I was
turning to leave myself,
stretching out for your hand.
An unnecessary gesture,
it was already empty.
The frame isn’t there.
Somebody forgot to leave
the edge in the photograph,
and now it’s everywhere.
I don’t know where it begins
or ends. And that’s not even
a dominant characteristic.
Although I wish I’d remembered
to leave out the image in focus,
since it’s only a blur I knew
I would never see again.

By Joshua Keiter

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