They sit, time-captured,
Pixels paused in perpetual nostalgia.
Ancient sunlight trapped in paper,
Fading smiles, the echoes of laughter long silenced.
Each photo a portal, a paused heartbeat,
To moments when we were invincible,
Unaware that time was the true thief,
Stealing vibrancy, leaving sepia-toned memories.
In the gentle curve of a smile,
In eyes that sparkled under monochrome skies,
Lives a forever that we promised each other,
Naively defying the inevitable march of time.
Now, we leaf through them, fingers trembling,
The past a whisper, urging us to remember
That once, we lived, loved, and laughed,
In a world now held only by old photographs.