Photograph

A photograph sent over the internet. The face that he wants peers out at me. Her smile saying I am his chosen one, the winner, his view of perfection. I see the eyes that he stares longingly into, the lips that he kisses, the body that he presses to his, and the hands that he holds. I look for the spark – what it is that has possessed him. I want to erase the image from my mind, but it has invaded my dreams, bound together with my dreams of him.