A photograph

I grabbed my phone to sneak a picture,
A picture with your face in it and my soul spread all over,
She keeps me young I say to myself,
She keeps my heart from getting broken,
Fast forward,
I’m cleaning out my closet and there she sat,
A dusty old photograph with your face in it, and my soul spread all over,
And I was absolutely right,
I was Dorian Gray,
My face was young still,
By my soul grew older and older in that photograph.

—By Khider A.