Click, click, click,
Delete, delete, delete,
Phone memory full
With countless selfies.
 
Every fleeting moment,
Every person we meet,
We make it a point
To take a click.
 
But oh, how I miss,
Those bygone days,
When every click was precious,
The camera rolls, treasured.
 
Every photo was accounted for,
Deleting was out of option,
They were saved in the albums,
Some framed and showcased.
 
And, oh! Those negatives!
And how I adore them!
Storehouse of million memories,
Each of them dearly cherished.
 
But now, they seem like a distant memory,
Of friends I no longer talk to,
Dreams that died long ago,
And a part of me, I no longer remember.

For NaPoWriMo Day 17.

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