Photograph

Shuffling through that box,
picking up that frame,
flipping through memories
I'd remembered to forget.
Little kids on swings,
families on the beach,
Christmas morning smiles
I'd left behind me.
People I now hate,
and people that now hate me
are standing close together in a frozen memory.

Time keeps spinning forward,
but I keep stepping back,
Spiraling back deep into the past.

Memoirs of my life,
highlights of my days,
look me in the eyes and stare me in the face.
I'm caught up in the fast paced spitting of the childhood of my dreams.

If I hung your picture on my wall
then you should be honored.
It means I've moved on but will never let you go.
Your smile and mine frozen for the rest of time.