Photo

I’m so glad I was there

Even if it ended like that.
I love you all
I said
I mean it.
I’ve said it too often.
I mean it.

I was crying in that photo.

Why. Why.
Did I have to ruin it?
It isn’t your fault, dear.
Mine, my fault. I’m sorry.

It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.
This does. This photo.
All of you.
I love you all.
I mean it.
I’ve said it too often.
I mean it.