Picture

We were only a picture
I kept in a drawer
Forgotten until it was a foreign memory
Of happiness and uncontrollable smiles

A once in a lifetime moment captured
Knowing no other picture would be the same
We would look different
The happiness felt now converted to bitter anger

But then, why had I been trying to recreate it?
A moment that only you and I used to share
No matter who was in the picture with me
I can only come close to mimicking my feelings

Nothing would feel the same
Compared to when I am with you
Even what I have now is in its own league
But I'm happy to have shared it with you