Today I looked at the picture of us on my shelf
The picture I had stared at for hours and days and even years
The picture where I am in my favourite white dress and
The one where you stand with all your romantic notions and naive ideologies in your eyes
The picture that does not mean much of anything anymore
Today when I looked at the picture I noticed a little girl in the corner
Very small and very much a stranger to me
She had the saddest eyes, such a contrast to the smiling couple in the foreground
I wonder what could have made a young girl so sad
Or how this sad angel ended up in the token of our broken lives
Maybe she knew our outcome
Or, maybe her sadness was just visible through my broken jaded eyes
I wonder now what would happen if I ended up in someone else’s photo
Would they see my sadness?
Or would they not take notice until they were sad themselves
Maybe we are all connected in some profound way
Happy people showing up in the photos of the mourning
And the sad eyed army in those of celebration
I looked today at the picture of us
The picture on my shelf
And found within this frame a whole new world
Beyond the white dress and naive promises made
Beyond the sad eye girl
To a world where beginnings had endings
To a world where the sad meet the happy to make them appreciate
And where the happy showed the sad what to hope for
Today I looked at the picture of us
And discovered it was a picture of so much more