Was it you who told me to stop clicking
when I got hold of my camera?
Or was it I who stopped clicking
‘cause I was awestruck by your beauty, by your smile, by your aura?
You were beautiful, I was awkward
Yet your smile made it okay
I took a photograph of you and your siblings
And I still keep it to this day
That was that last I've seen you,
When off you went to chase your dreams
We never got to catch up
You've a different life, as it seems
All these years I tried finding you,
Your whereabouts, I never got to trace
But wherever I’d go, I bring this photograph, this memory of you...
Just in case.
~my entry to Magpie Tales