Andrew M.

Looking at old photographs

brings back long forgotten memories.

People, places, and things

left behind in the past.

A child, once young,

since grown old and wise.

A place not seen,

since way back when.

Things no one remembers,

except for my photographs.

The photographs remember.

Pictures hold deep within them

moments captured forever

Reminding me of people, places, and things

lost in ancient memory.

The person I once was,

but only ever in the past.

The place I used to love,

I have not seen since the good old days.

These things I have forgotten,

but the photographs remember.

As I look through,

the memories return.

They bring back all the people, places, and things

for me to see over again.

I relive my past

gazing through the faded windows

of these dusty old pictures.

This lens shows all seen through it

as I wish it had been.

The photographs remember.

I remember.