Mushy, Blowy Sunday

You've always wanted to take pictures,
snapshot mementos of rich experiences
encased in white frames
that I would rather keep in my head.
And you argued,
memories might fail you.
While photographs hold the power
to freeze time in a snap of your shutter.
How I wish that emotions
could be frozen like your pictures.
My memory does not fail me,
and I remember completely
All the things, time and places,
even the empty spaces,
conveniently framed in your photos --
creating nostalgia
While I stare at the pictures you've taken
and ironically left behind
when you vaguely mumbled
your goodbye.<3