Napowrimo 11

The pictures from Paris
Slowly turning red

Obscured by plumes of smoke
Accompanying catastrophe 

I opened the camera by mistake
In the cathedral 

Overexposing all memories
Until all were tinged

With the tint of never remembering 
What prompted the capture 

Of light and color 
When my eyes darted in the dark

Hoping to save what 
Never could be saved