Photographs

I gaze out of an open window
I’m very quiet
completely still

I hope to catch a glimpse of people
actually living
The way they do sometimes
when they think no one is there

In my room are useless pictures
Photographs of family
and forgotten friends
A constant reminder for me
of all the stupid, pointless places
that I’ve been

It’s like it was all stopped
In some absurd freeze frame moment

Now I’m suppose to believe
we had a life back then