I cry tears for a joy that is not mine.
I see it every day as I gaze upon your faces, that joy:
To love and be loved, and to unite in lasting companionship.
I freeze that joy for you in thousands of perfect, little sheets of beauty.
I am the keeper of your memories—those happy memories, which are, not mine.
Does anybody see me?
Does anybody notice the one behind the camera?
If you looked into my eyes, you would see a deep well of longing,
But you do not see my eyes; I hide behind my lens,
And you cannot see past your present joy into the souls of others.
Ah, my heart aches within my breast.
How I long to belong to a man who also belongs to me.
Does he exist, one who is worthy of my heart?
Oh second self, and best earthly companion,
Find me.
Know me.
Come; steal me away from among the memories of others,
And let us make memories of our own, together.
Anna Maria
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