I miss them.
I miss the ability to click and remember
I miss just wondering how I could have taken that.
I miss the art it captured.
I miss looking.
I miss the memories.
I miss the love some of them had.
I miss seeing how far I have come.

I’m missing everything.
I’m missing nothing.
I’m missing the healing.
I’m missing the hurt.
I’m missing my bad days.
I’m missing my good days.
I’m missing a part of me.

They were the only thing that I obsessed over fully.
They were my life in steps.
They were an outlet.
They were a feeling.
They were my life line.
They were the only thing I was proud of.

My photos saved me.
My photos never left me.
My photos kept me sane.
My photos were memories.

In a matter of seconds all they stood for was erased.
In a matter of seconds something died.
In a matter of seconds everything was taken.
In a matter of seconds my heart died.
In a matter of seconds I lost myself.