Portrait
Her
The stillest frame I never want to lose.
The stillest frame I never want to lose.
The beginning, once again.
A day kept in gold.
Every glance, remembered.
Four frames, one quiet afternoon.
Another strip, another laugh.
Small rituals we never outgrew.
The road that always leads to us.
Cool air, warm company.
A photograph of us is a secret kept for the day we forget we were happy.