They buried her memories in me– in an empty wooden frame All her moments, all her screams, all her lies, all her cries in this one wide frozen smile. Do you still remember the day when she first walked and how she fell thousands of times? I was still there, with a different frozen smile. Do you still remember the day when she spoke her first word? "Goodbye", she spoke. I was still there watching her predict the future. Do you still remember the day when she giggled and waved at a passing train, her tiny mouth uttering that newly learnt word? I was still there, in her hand like the friend who is always by her side. Do you still remember the day when she called the boy next door as her "lover"? I was still there laughing and waiting for two beautiful smiles to embrace me. Do you still remember the day when she was first heartbroken and she cried for hours just to forgive him? I was still there, empty with dented edges and broken glass, letting the photograph burn. Do you still remember the day when she wrote a letter to you all with a single word written on it? I was still there, helpless and letting her go. I wanted to tell her that it's okay, you are not a motionless photograph. I know you are broken but you are not a frame that can't be healed again. All these days, I was the closest thing to her, I am a dirty, old frame that still remembers her touch, that still remembers the taste of her tears, that still remembers the sound of her silence that still remembers the day she was lost. I still remember HER. Every day, I see them crying who buried her in me and I keep on reflecting that perfect smile of her as if she was never lost. But "She was lost in her longing to understand"