A photograph.
A memory.
Worries of the past,
yet completely and utterly composed in any state.

Frozen, emotionless
yet the most emotional object
a photograph
standing alone or surrounded,
stands out.

The only thing on earth that is truly what it is.
Sentimental.
A reminder of elsewhere, somewhere.
A photograph,
it cries
it wants
To be noticed, to be seen,
gazed upon and complimented.

Attention seeker,
my photograph, my memory
I miss it.