my poems

Still life

Staring at a photo,

where does all the time go?

All around me people fade,

though in images they stayed.

Many new moments lost,

that's reminiscing's cost.

Living a life so very strange,

staying the same missing the change.

Immersed in the photos can't help but stare,

fearing when I look up they won't be there.

Pictures close memories replay,

forgetting to live life for today.