Paparazzi

i had the brazen audacity

to take a picture of you

when you weren't looking

standing there in the depths of November

hands thrust into coat pockets

twin anchors to that golden moment

in a puddle of tree-fallen confetti scattered around your feet

like the remnants of a premature New Year's party

the wind humming the dying strains of "Auld Lang Syne"

and you closed your eyes

lost in the melody

waiting for that midnight kiss

and i stole my chance like a thief in the night

to capture my own Mona Lisa

and while you weren't looking

I fell in love