A Picture

A picture is a moment

Frozen in its place.

And now the memory returns;

It fills an empty space.

When we look back at these pictures,

The times that brought us joy.

We forget there are many more ahead,

So many more to enjoy.

We cry when those we love depart,

And want them to be here.

But to remind us of the fun we’ve had

Are the pictures we’ve kept for years.

But when we mourn the past,

The pictures are there with you.

Cutting deeper into the wound,

Making you miss things more than you do.

A picture is a moment,

Captured from the past

And as we treasure them forever

The memory still lasts.