Bittersweet Reminiscence

Flipping through pages, old photos delight,

a smile creeps in, as shadows take flight.

Moments like honey, sweet on my tongue,

a laugh from the past, like songs left unsung.

But there, in the frame, a face twisted tight,

memories sour, in the dimming light.

A spilled drink stains a moment once bright,

what once felt like warmth now echoes of fright.

I linger in nostalgia, yet it holds a knife,

what’s cherished and lost threads the fabric of life.