i found a pile of pictures in my closet and picked up a photo from two years ago.
it must’ve been at the library, taken with a disposable black and white camera.
the shoulder-length hair, the oversized button-down shirt, and the frustrated look
of a first year student who trudges through three-inch text books late into the night.
it was one of those funny frowns, made in joking manner, but i bet it was partially true.

the roll was developed full frame with all the imperfections at the edges showing.
i would say the picture came out well, with solid composition and very crisp detail.
i even thought about sending it to her through campus mail or by a slip under the door,
but i eventually cringed at the thought of such embarrassing sentimentality
persuading myself – no, not her anymore.