She was laughing 

Vividly

Romantically 

Lost in June 

That's where she stays 

Frozen in time 

A tear lingers begging to fall 

It's hard to remember who I was before 

How badly I wish to be her once more 

You can see it in her eyes 

While accompanied by friends 

She was happy

I long to be happy 

To be whisked away by laughter 

I can't pretend to know what was funny then- I hardly remember the day as it passes me by 

However, I find comfort in seeing that there was a time where a spark once lived- and it was loud, bold, I can feel it as I brush the photo 

"Who was she?"

They might ask and I'll respond; 

"I don't know, but I want to be her when I grow up." 

Perhaps some day I still can.