I look back at old childhood pictures
the little girl staring back at me
through the medium of a mere photograph
is smiling and laughing
frozen in time.
A memory.

She is disappointed in me
for letting her die
So now this photograph haunts me
That little girl hates me
for what I've become
bitter, blunt, and ambivalent.

She mocks me with her goofy smile
and happy eyes.
and I look back at her

I miss her.
I miss me.