Cameras

(Inspired by peeking at the boy next door)

I want to look at you

But my eyes are blinded

I want to smile at you

But my lips are quivering

I want to talk to you

But my voice is wobbly

I want to hold your hand

But my hands are shaking

That’s what cameras are for

To still be able to see you

When hiding behind

To still be able to hold you

Right there in my hands

To still be able to love you

When you’re not here

And I’m not there.