Nothing But A Photograph Poem by Tina MacAdam

i hold it in my hands, eyes closed, turning it over and over
everything is just like it was then
every sound, sight, smell, feeling
they all come back to me like they had never really left
everything flashes like a slideshow
moment after moment
again and again
sometimes i want to open my eyes and have it all be back to this moment in time
sometimes i want to keep them closed forever
im torn
not between right and wrong
but between what i think and feel
and what i should be thinking and feeling
torn between holding on tighter or letting go
between love and hate
happiness and sorrow
im torn apart, on the inside
where no one can see
not like the photograph
i hold in my hands, eyes closed, turning it over and over