Photo Finished: a poem

Staring at a photograph 

from 15 years ago

I look at you.

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Returning from a film

based on a murder

I think of the victim.

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If we knew our date of death

how different would we live

savouring the moments?

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I’d be more carefree

more relaxed

have more fun.

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So, shall I pretend my date of death?

“Teach us to number our days”

I think now — I know how.

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And so, I shall.