Photos With Glitches On Invisible Wings

You're a camera obscura, a broken bell's rings, You made me dance slowly on sad phantom strings. You always had the slightly off-color touch, Your insensitive skin never softened up much. Our meals were quiet with subtle trespass, Off like a mispronounced requiem mass. I corrupted your files, threw you askew, You knew my pictures weren't entirely true. We never could see in each other's mirrors, Our focus was broken, our lenses were tears That clouded our vision, that shrouded the past, Our statements were false, or if pure couldn't last. I voided your interest, the chasm was steep, You fell into boredom, I put you to sleep. You woke up translucent, you dissolved in the air, Did I ever see you, were you ever there? December 17, 2016 For Daniel Turner's contest - 'What was I thinking'