When colors fade
from old photographs
life’s timeline is hard to ignore.
Maybe memories work the same,
with time against them
it’s hard to recall,
just exactly how you sounded
or replied when we spoke.
In all those old photographs,
I’m your age now,
I guess time travel
is actually possible.
The hour now,
is still really early
I keep a bottle of your perfume
close to me
scent is the strongest
memory trigger.
I missed what was left
in our future lives,
to see us both through today’s filters.
Maybe it’s better this way
finding this old box
of faded photographs and 8mm tapes.
I remember how proud you were
when we were the first ones
to have this fancy video tape machine
a futuristic device with no sound.
The events sped by faster then
from what I remember now.
A community pool party
when backyard BBQ’s
were a big thing back then
when we were learning to swim
with our over inflated water wings.
I wonder what you’d think
watching all of us now
lost in our own digital worlds
in the palms of our hands, cell phones.
There’s a filter to make
our recorders look old w no sound.
I wonder if,
we’ll ever be that proud again
to gather everyone and show them
some new piece of technology?
Now, people still gather around,
as a family or whatever
never to worry
that our digital photographs
will ever fade or deteriorate
in some old box
in the attic.
