Its funny how everyday is taken for granted and life is lived on.
Some, pushing themselves and others well, just gliding away.
If only we paused for a moment, to behold and admire,
The lustrous life that each of us respire.
Then would we see hazel and not blur
And find meaning in life once lived,
As oppose to momentary pleasure.
And tell a tale, through a photograph,
With sentiments embedded and emotions stringed.
To refresh our vague memories in a far away time
And relive those moments when I once called you mine
And with it, those little moments known to none but us.
Into these pictures will quietly gaze,with a smirk on my face
Only to shed tears, not of sorrow nor of joy, but of contentment
For I know the picture will resonate, vivid memories even after we fade