I’m sorry that every moment
At the most inopportune time
Those moments of bliss
Are pierced by the clackety clack
Of a digital box
Each shriek of joy
Married to flash
I’m sorry that I’m absent
In the blurry frames of almost
And silent in the almost there
For I’ve charged myself to witness
And sentenced myself to this box
Of clackety clacks.
It is when I am the most silent
That I am the most ever there
Happily enslaved to witness the moments where you are the most you.
For it is when I’m the most me.