Fleeting Joys

Old photos sprawled like a vintage display,

I stumbled on laughter, so bright on that day.

A birthday, balloons, and the smiles that broke free,

but shadows grow longer, they bleed into me.

That snapshot's a promise, yet the smile's a trap,

it flickers and fades like a quick little clap.

I felt the warmth vanish, just dust in the air,

a sweet recollection becomes heavy despair.