Photographs

In my hands,
I have your photo

In my hands,
are pictures of you

In my grasp,
are captured memories of us

In my grasp,
are happy memories with you

In front of me
are the smiles of what we used to be

In front of me
are the laughter we used to share

Now that I am
on the process of moving on

These will be put
Somewhere far from my reach

Letting the flames
Engulf each piece of these photos

I have come to accept
That we will never be the same again