Greece: Six months after

A cog in the broadcasting industry;
I was there, and now, there is on my shelf
manufactured like a dollar candle unlit,
next to plush Athena and Phoebos,
books partially read, and 1500 pictures
last summer, good deal, had to grab it:
the candle, five dollars, the gods, five euros.

Mind if I take a photo?

Mind if I take a photo?
You smile. I smile.
Freezing you on my film? Can I?

Can I frame you in my mind
Like you once were
For you’ve run away.

You are not in this photo.
Same name, face, yes,
That was then.

Don’t want to chase,
Even if I could find you.
Who are you looking for, my friend?