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I click on the album

And am assaulted by smiles

Without time



They are all there

Still,

Amongst colours and shapes

Looking back without seeing



Lifeless, yet move something

Deep inside me



I move closer to the past

Between clicks and pages



I caress a young face

Between a sigh and a skipped beat



They cannot wave me goodbye

My beloveds

From their pixel prisons



But I sense gladness

Upon seeing me like this



The nostalgia overflows

The taste of salt

On my lips



Melancholy and I promise

To return



I close the page and feel

I am one with the past