Nicole Johnson

In a picture I can see every crevice of your face.

The hue of your eyes, even the partial dimple on your chin.

In a picture I can see your hair, the curls that spring.

The smile you made, forever imprinted on my mind.

A picture holds a thousand pixels to pass on for years to come.

I wish I had one to hold on to, minus the feeling of longing buried deep inside of me still throbbing.

I can’t escape the regret—it follows me even while I dream.

If there was a drug that could turn back time I would have been more carefree.

I would have kept it simple.

I fought too long and I loved too deep.

I never saw the headlights coming.

I never knew I was drowning.

If I had a picture I would cherish it.

I would remember your face and cherish it harder.