Capturing every moment,

each photograph of you

hidden between those pages

once it leaves my hands,

pulled from my fingertips

and ripped from inside.

Capturing all those secrets,

embarrassing times

and ripped apart pictures

thrown into the trash,

I am cut off from you

by this cold, glass wall

and I am just a spectator.

Capturing every memory,

the smiles and the tears,

the looks that mean so much

but all those seconds

will never belong to me

as I watch from a few feet away.