I am a photographer,
I am wowed by man's smile
And the beauty of nature's fruits,
So I desire in putting them in pictures.

I explore for postures at a clear perspective.
I am delighted in what I see, and
I want to see them always, so I take shots of them.

Then one sad night,
I took my world, my camera,
In my hands and went through the gallery.
Smiling faces, glorious flowers,
Different gorgeous cloth styles I see.

Then I noticed something,
Something I have never noticed.
I must have looked at it many times
But never had I seen it.

I am not in those pictures.
I am not in those adorable pictures
I am not in those groups
Of happy, beautiful, gorgeous
Elegant, handsome, pretty,
People.

I don't know why.
Maybe because if I decide
To have a picture with them,
The passer-by who will take the picture
Of I and them will be
Deprived of his opportunity to be
In that picture at that particular time.

So potentially, I'm making a sacrifice.
Or I'm the sacrifice myself.

Perhaps if I'm in the picture,
I will be healed instantly.
That I was once happy
Can be an antidote for my one sad night
making it into a great one.

© Sobobola