Someday.

   Only me, only I, -know.

   At the time, secret filming, oblivious.  And watching and listening, cutting the audio, noticed it.  Saw you.  Background.  Behind, everyone else.  Screamed at the surprise, happy day, had to be caught, dead on film.

   Before digital, on real film, view finder, black and grey.  Pressed the button, to peer through;  A happy crowd, and you in the back.  Didn't you see?

   Couldn't you see me, my camera, our red little light?

   Have it on film, and still haunts me today, what you did, throughout the time.  Nobody knows, but the film I have, the camera and me.  Hurts to think what people do when nobody's watching, but we caught you this time, oh yeah, we found the real one, the real you.