A Strange Stranger

There was a girl standing with her back against a wall. I didn't take the shot, I didn't know her, I didn't notice it at first. Her eyes looked into me through the picture. There was no smile, no twinkling of the eyes, no poise or pose distinct of any certain quality. Simplistic and severe, a black and white image of contours contrasting grey. She knew something I didn't, about me, the one person I know more than anyone. She framed me, she framed me, she fixed my symmetry. Just a girl looking into the camera, looking into me.