5 Years ago

Remember as the sun set on James island

 Barely there beach and we sat there

Tired

Together

             in a blaze of red

Fading into the coming night
And how after heading back to our camp

An old man

                  stopping us

to show the pictures he had taken of

Our silhouettes together encircled by

Fiery dusk

How he asked for our emails
In effort to send the photos to us and

How we wrote them down

                   on

a piece of barely damp

notebook paper

And how walking away

                 you said

“He’s never going to send them
Because he was going to jerk off to them,”

And recall how I’m sitting here tonight
Still waiting for those photos even though

It’s been what,

           five years?