Seven hundred and ninety two
That's the number of pictures on my phone
Out of those
Two hundred and eleven
Are pictures you are in
One hundred and six of them
Are selfies you took alone
Sixty-three are of you and me
Twenty-nine are group pictures with you
And thirteen you photo bombed
And I don't have the strength to delete a single one
No matter how long we haven't spoken
And every time I see them
I wonder what could have been
