Photographs

In a box in my kitchen
there’s a bunch of old photographs
I was looking through them one day
and they made me want to cry.

I can never go back to those days
when I trusted everyone
when I accepted everything
when I didn’t know about anything
when all of that was okay

I took those days for granted.

The cliché says that
you can never go home again

I wish someone could’ve told me
to accept that sooner.

I should’ve taken photographs
of the recent times with my friends
instead of looking at old ones
that make me want to cry.