Everytime, I looked at yesterday's picture
It is the catch "The almost"Everytime, I looked at it, there's a joy and an agony.
A joy of being grateful for being able to weave an almost picture perfect memory.
An agony, everytime,
Everytime, I thought of the tragedy.
Everytime, I remembered how the almost turned into ashes.
The falls in my eyes are on viewing how love of fighting together turned into love of letting go.