May 17, 2015 23:13
I am seven,
sitting silently in the dining room
pawing through pictures just like I do every weekend.
When is this?
Who is that?
I am twenty-two,
sitting solemnly in my bedroom,
passing through pictures just like I do every night.
When was this?
Who was that?
I dream to be a long forgotten face
in a long-forgotten photograph
but I'm lucky
to not even be in the picture.