later.

much too late.

my finger's stuck on the shutter, and there you are.

let's get lost in this beautiful place.
i miss the days when i could still teach you things. (now it's always you.)
but i love learning things from you,
no matter how sporadic
spontaneous
confusing
all the myriad emotions and thoughts and memories they evoke
how hard it is to (un)learn them.

another click, there you are again.
i've been holding my hand here and can't remember how long i've been standing with my feet rooted to these points.
(i wonder if i look behind me if i'll still have footprints.)

i can't remember the words.