Today's vibrance
becomes
tomorrow's photographs.

A small tear
The ache of loneliness
yearning for yesterday's mistakes

because I pleaded to live in their 'now' -- but only someday, when the beauty is gone
scratched, faded, still reminiscent
of when I could only watch

cut off
yet drinking in their youth

possibility made me
euphoric
and still

just to live in the moment is
a treasure in itself

passing
of faces familiar
who knew mine not

and never will.

then establish a new era we can
wistfully, but
I miss

everything.