I never forgot how it felt like to be with you.
That moment now dormant in this picture,
I remember every emotion in my smile.
But now I’m just an outsider—detached,
Watching these lovers trapped in a frame
Without the ambivalence of time.
They say we keep this love in a photograph,
But sometimes that’s all that will be left.
I admire them. Us.
But that love is just a memory.