Sense

No photographs sir
No memories thinks eye
What was it I was just seeing
That caused me to commit this faux pas
You must delete the photograph sir
But no damage was done was it
I glance at the scene I had captured
A fire scene
It had hit my senses
I liked it and wanted to preserve it
And delete it now sir
The condescension palpable
My sensitivity of doing wrong
Wrought by the sensitivity no wrong was done
Lost now the thing that had pleased my senses
And on the way out
I can buy a video of the production
But what is the sense in that
It was not this production
The one that had captured my eye
That had joined to my senses
Something is lost