Photograph.

I'm sitting here staring at a photograph of you. The edges are all faded and worn, roughened by all I've put it through. The ink has begun to fade from all the times I've toched the image of your face. Your cocked head and braight eyes smiling at me, your image carved into my memory. I've carried this photograph everywhere with me. It's all I have of you. It's fading now and falling apart which tells me that it's time for you to come back here, you see, so that I can take a photograph of you, and carry it always and forever with me.

-Amanda MacDonald
inspired by a lady on the bus.