Smiles embossed
on glossy paper-
a reminder of who I was,
or at least what
I let others see.
A time when I wasn’t happier,
but less attentive to
what the negatives
would reveal.
The impressions made
were imitation at best,
forgotten as soon as
the photograph faded.
That dimpled grin
staring back haunts me
as memory remembers
what was lost in
Future’s darkroom.
Youth was blurred,
while I tried to capture
Purpose.