Framed Photo of Us

You are as old as a creaky door
waiting to be opened
to share your secrets to the world.
You are my memory paper,
my frame of smiles.
My friend.
You smell like honey lemon butter.
You feel like a piece of driftwood
from the sea.
I know you will be
always there for me.
I don’t know why you try and hide
because I know you’re inside.
In this picture with my friend
I know we will never end.