the ball of flame explodes in the viewfinder
setting off false memories of sex-induced vision blurring
taking the picture the photographer shoots
as many as she can knowing
this is the last sunset
she places her camera in her pocket
and steps off hoping
her body with the note
that she'd written to him
would be found and the camera;
hopefully intact;
would convey to him
in the last 637 shots she'd taken
the beauty
of the world they'd shared
apart
