Polaroid Teardrops

Fingertips touch the polaroid photo my smile is transformed to teardrops; Locked in a box for so long I’d almost forgotten that moment; It wears a crease but not badly damaged maybe now I can bear the scar; Traveling instantly back will finally not give me whiplash; Frolicking in the bygone reflections dappled with beams of history; Perception stood suspended out of touch with time moving forward; Emotions transform into a slideshow each image a sliver of me; Erased permanent branding, an edge blacked out with magic marker; Encased indefinitely in a frame it’s okay to place on the shelf; Lighting up at life’s snapshot, I let the past revisit my mind.