The best thing about a picture
is that it never changes,
even when the people in it do.

A smile caught,
a laugh paused,
a moment stolen
from a river that never stops flowing.

In that still frame,
we are forever young,
forever whole.
before time pulled us apart,
before the cracks showed,
before the silence grew.

It holds what we lost,
what we forgot to keep,
what faded
while we were busy changing.

The best thing about a picture
is that it never changes.
and in it,
A single frame
holding forever
what time refuses to keep.