The smiles, they're there,
And the sparkle in the eye,
No tears in sight, no sadness,
No trace of a goodbye.
I smooth it out and wonder,
If forever still exists,
'Cause in the picture you're eternal,
But in reality it's this:
No longer will we share these smiles,
All that's left are pieces,
These picture perfect memories &
I'm left smoothing out the creases.
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