What am I to do
With all of these pictures of you?
Your smile echoing my memories
Reminding me of the end; this tragedy
The lens capturing your smile
Forgetting my pain for a while
Reminiscing of where and when
You laughed and said, “take it again.”
Arm’s length, through the mirror, staged
I never wanted to disengage.
I just wanted to snap the moment, keep it forever
No regrets, always clever; never to sever.
So tell me what am I to do
With all of these happy pictures of you?
