They're the only remnants of things I no longer see:

The twinkling stars at the pinnacle of dusk;
As new friends come along,

To make new memories,

Of happiness,

Of sadness,

The startling stories around an open air fire so brilliant,

The heart liquefying look of my new conceived sibling,

What's more, despite the fact that they are torn and difficult to see,

This photographs is a door to my memories.

I genuinely miss these people in this picture.