Prettiest Picture

By Isha Purohit

We were walking through Versailles,

When you took my prettiest pictures,

“A smile I fall in love with every sight,” you said.

I rolled my eyes, “That’s what you say every time,”

Those mirrors which witness history,

Would agree they never saw anything as beautiful as our story.

You took my hand,

Waltz around versailles,

Taking my pictures in the prettiest corners,

But when I took the camera,

The reel ran out,

“I never got to take your picture,”

“It’s okay, my love,” you said, “we have all the time in the world.”

But we never got to spend it,

Instead you left me with memories that never ended,

And regrets how I should have taken a picture of you instead

By Isha Purohit