The phone lit up with yesterday,
a photo tag some distant day.
It showed a street I used to cross,
but missed the part that held the moss.
Photo prompted,
eyes went still,
no trace of you,
just winter chill.
The faces smiled,
the sky was blue,
but none of that could frame the truth.
That year your name had slipped away,
from folders I forgot to save.
I scrolled through laughs,
through pixel noise,
but none replied in your old voice.
Photo prompted,
eyes went still,
no trace of you,
just winter chill.
The faces smiled,
the sky was blue,
but none of that could frame the truth.
The album ends where we began,
no caption left,
no hidden plan.
A year without and still it shows,
how even gaps are tagged in clues.
The prompt fades out,
replaced by sun,
look what you've done,
but nothing there is truly mine.
Just space you left between the lines,
the photo prompted,
eyes went still.
No trace of you, just winter chill.
The faces smiled,
the sky was blue,
but none of that could frame the truth.
Some memories survived the phone,
but not the ones you faced alone.
The future ending to your ever grown.
Some memories survived the phone,
but not the ones you faced alone.
A photo prompted,
eyes went still,
no trace of you,
just winter chill.
The faces smiled,
sky was blue,
but none of that could frame the truth.
Some memories survived the phone,
but not the ones you faced alone.
A photo prompted,
eyes went still,
no trace of you,
just winter chill.
The faces smiled,
the sky was blue,
but none of that could frame the truth.
Some memories survived the phone,
but not the ones you faced alone.