Four little photos

Shot in white and black

Four little photos

Forever looking back.

What were the whispers

Said in confidence?

Something long forgotten

Not remembered hence?

Or whispers of conspiracy

Nefarious plot?

Or maybe a confession,

“Girl, I think he’s hot!”?

Two girls in a photo booth

Whispering a tale

The eyes revealing everything

The photos never fail.

They remind the girls

Of how life was back then.

Life was full of innnocence

When the girls were ten.

And when they see their photos

Of that day in May

They become all misty-eyed

And they have much to say

Of mysteries and memories

Of adventures shared by two

Of romances and crushes

“Girl, he so liked you.”

Of life lived to the fullest

Not just when they were ten

Of being there for each other

Forever and again.

Of laughter and of crying

Of happy days and sad

Of being the best friend

Either of them had.

Four little photos

Hold memories dear

Four little photos

Two friends always near.