I have given up
So many things
And looking at photos from my past
Is always bittersweet

Seeing the smiling face
Of the ghost that was once me
And seeing a toothy grin
That I now never share

I look at the others in the photo -
More bright smiles
What are they doing now?
Have they forgotten about me?

I know I will never have an answer
For this poem is of past,
But it also is of family
And even if you leave your family

Your family doesn't leave you