I trudge up my stairs, and as they bend,
They force me to glance across the photos
Dangling on the walls like so many old friends
Whom I no longer recognize. Their smiles
Remind me of better times that I never knew.
And if you asked me,
I couldn't tell you when their smiles died,
But it must have been when the cameras
Weren't watching.
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