Just a square piece—
Thinner than my smiles.
Who made it?
All these photographs...

A delicate slice,
A pause of cherished time to remind—
But sometimes, it's too fragile,
A sting that always rewinds.

I never liked them.
Every time I gaze upon one,
It invites my tears
Before my vision can even run.

And every time, it feels ridiculous
To realize—
I'm weeping over seconds
That have already flown by.

Why did we capture it?
Did we already know it wouldn’t last?
Did we hold that moment still,
Already fearing it would slip?

Back then, it never mattered
If we'd smile again.
A moment, a person, or a real smile...
I thought it would only pause for a photograph.

I never thought,
One day,
It would also pause
In the lines of my life.