Photograph Poem by Sophia Ong

It might seem small,
Unimportant and ordinary.
But this piece of paper in my hand?
It means so much to me.



Whenever I feel lost,
Whenever I feel alone,
I just look at this photograph
It's my only resort I guess.




It's what keeps me going on,
Without it,
I wouldn't be where I am
Right now.




This photograph of us,
Is like a portal for me,
It's just a paper but
It takes me back to the time that I was by your side.



Memories comes rushing back to me,
Those conversations we always had,
Those things we used to do together,
Those stories you're always telling me.



If only I could be with you,
My world would be a colored photograph
Not like what it is right now,
Black and White, Just like this photograph.