A memory in a photograph

A photograph, a frozen frame,

A whisper of a distant name,

The edges soft, the colors fade,

Yet in its stillness, life is laid.

A smile caught in fleeting grace,

The twinkle in a familiar face,

Eyes that held a secret dream,

Now only visible in a gleam.

The years, they pass, but here they stay,

Captured in the light of day,

A memory that never dies,

Preserved beneath the endless skies.

In every line, a story told,

Of moments young, of hearts once bold,

Though time may steal what once was near,

This photograph keeps them here.

So in the silence, I can find,

A piece of love that's left behind,

A memory in a photograph,

That time itself cannot outlast.