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You always took pictures of them.
Besides Grim by your side, you always had the ghost camera.
You took pictures, sometimes when they least suspected it.
You took them as if time was running out.
Or as if something to hold onto.
When they would question why so many pictures, you would tell them, “I’m taking pictures of what’s important.”
The would continue to tease.
It was only when you left, did they truly understand what you meant.
You left behind an album; the ghosts of ramshackle told them.
You had made two copies.
One you took with you when you returned, and one for them.
They flipped through the album, taking in the fond memories spent with you.
That’s when they noticed.
None of them had it.
There weren’t any pictures of you.
“Want to know what someone fears losing? Watch what they photograph.”