Through the camera lens

A/N: I wrote this last night. Part of me really likes it, part of me doesn't. My usual indecisiveness.



I.
Though the camera lens,
Our hero and heroine recline into each others bodies
A fireside picnic; dinner for two.
He tries to get into her sweater,
But she pushes him away.

II.
Through the camera lens,
Our hero calls to say he'll be home late.
"Don't wait up," he says.
But our heroine can't sleep.
She stares silently at the cold side of the bed
Unable to force her eyes shut from fact and reason.

III.
Through the camera lens,
Our heroine goes to church every Sunday
The church where she married our hero,
And the church that keeps them eternally bound,
Till death do they part.

IV.
Through the camera lens,
Our hero takes the bus to a seedier part of town
His watch weighs heavy on his wrist.
He has a girl who is stripping on Colfax
And a woman who is lonely in the suburbs.

V.
Through the camera lens,
Our heroine watches the clock
It weighs heavy on the wall.
The minutes, seconds tick by
As life grows slowly shorter.

VI.
Through the camera lens,
Our hero meets his girl.
He has his fix.
He slips quietly out the door.

VII.
Through the camera lens,
Our heroine holds her husband's gun to her temple.
Verses from Corinthians run through her head
And she prays to God for forgiveness of her sins.

IIX.
Through the camera lens,
Our hero returns home.
He hangs up his coat and keys.

IX.
Through the camera lens,
Nothing.