Sudden memories recalled, for only a second or under.
Life in snapshots, flashing as quick as a camera shutter. 

Naturally grinning at moments that could premiere at the cinema.
Interrupted with tragedy; quick to shake away imprinted trauma. 

Abandoning trust ignorantly given to the irreverent. 
Recurrently assuming that, this time, it will be different. 

Left alone, yet again, with just an increased collection of photo negatives.
And scattered Kodak moments with clever angles and perspectives. 

- R. Short