Photographs

Captured memories.
One glance will take you back.

It feels like time hasn’t passed;
everything feels the same—yet nothing remains.

Your mind, playing tricks…
a fleeting sleight of hand,
leaving tears spooling from your eyes.

You don’t know what you have until it’s gone—
a simple cliché, but it’s true.

When all that’s left are photographs…
one day, you’ll feel it too.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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