That moment when you see the photo pop out of nowhere

You seek to move on, so you do - and it is grand!
Yet a part of your memory retains what little could be salvaged, though not ever by choice.
The breaths of fresh air are healthier, and night has found a way to tuck you in before dawn.
Then you stumble upon a photo of your past and realize the changes were mutual - though if not emotional, they are certainly physical.

The bright red strands of hair now turned to an opaque black, as dead as the crows, are suitable for the condition - and the memory once cherished has moved on (though oddly enough, it has moved backwards from where it once came).
Yes, it is in that moment when your eyes meet the sparkling greens that once glared at your own mysteries;  though they seem to stare no further than their reflection - shoukran! And cheers is heard all inside the room, toasting with a glass of red that will most certainly end in a night of drunken touch.
How one image can impose a step, when all that is recalled by stranger presences is the hatred of intrusions that arrived from its neighbouring province - the instant reaction is but a blur.

But then the image is closed and you smile because your gut feeling never betrayed you - always trust your instincts! It was in the smile of the prettiest of faces that your discomfort awoke.
So you disconnect and spread the sheets to be filled by dreams, because it is in that moment, when you stumble upon that photo, that you receive your closure and you no longer care to hold on.