The camera is trained on the door, no one br in the frame, only the dog sleeping. And then br finally, I see this was to surprise you, br filming your arrival, the dog's delight. Only now, br six years distant, can this seem scripted, meant: br the long, blank minutes she waited, absent br but there — behind the lens — as though she directs br me to notice the motion of her chest br in the rise and fall of the frame, and hear br br to understand the one cough, nothing, the clearing br of her throat. Then, at last, you come home br to look into the camera she holds, br and past her into me — invisible, unimagined br other who joins her in seeing through our br transience the lasting of desire.