look into the camera 

staring at yourself 

from a future you think 

“what a naive kid”

 

into the camera 

you understand 

all the expressions 

of dead relatives

 

for a moment you can feel 

time in your hands 

from a sense of recognition 

to the blur in your stare

 

empty hours 

through the glass 

vibrate your possessions 

with hums of the past