My hands are outstretched,
chipped green nail polish
decorating broken tips.
I want to ask if you are listening,
if you care,
if you even still remember the
     everything
we created.

I stay silent.

At the end of the movie,
we walk off into the sunset,
victorious;

no one ever told me
I might
be the person behind the camera

and now
it's too late.

Don't forget me.