Tripped the Film

because sometimes we forget.
when the red and green are pushed aside
the glass is clear,
you comprehend.
how light can make his eyes seem deeper,
and the blinks can crush.
the scent of his skin, the fever,
the way his back can curve.

in another's hands, you remember.
and it's so easy,
so simple,
you forget.
and time slips,
there isn't time enough for "good-bye's".
reel it back.