A photograph

I stare at the picture

I’m fixated on it

A moment captured

Forever lost to history

But locked in this single picture

I look deeper into their eyes

They’re most likely old

or dead

by now

So young and full of life

Such potential

so much to look forward to

Disinterested

I screw up the photograph

Into a ball

Throwing it into a bin

Missing

Only for it to be blown away

By the wind