A Distant Memory

In a rusty vintage blue wooden frame, there it stood a distant life I thought I would always remember.

So young,
So innocent,
So free,
So much simpler,
And so different from this moment.

We sat in a wooden couch that reminds me of how we were before.

Strong and firm for each other. The other cries and we all cry. The other laugh and we all laugh. The other hurt and we all hurt.

With smiles barely shown in our lips, we understood each other's hearts.

We were young
And life was so much
More important
Than what we knew.

Dreams unspoken.
Prayers unanswered.
Wishes wasted.

Still, we had faith, hope, believed that we'll forever hold each other's hands.

But now,
As I recognized the faces I'd come to memorized each day of my life, the memories I've cherished and treasure every moment of my life were suddenly so distant.

Like I've traveled miles and miles from a distant memory. And I realized, I would trade anything just to go back.

Go back to the memories printed in an image stopped by a flash. Created in an instance. Survival in time.

Memories often blur,
But they don't fade away,
At least not completely.

Just like a photograph.