I saw a photo of you yesterday of granular colour
Fading fast, poor in quality.
Hurriedly taken, poorly processed:
It was one I'd never seen.
A second glance made me pause.
You were not quite as I recall:
Strange, that I would forget details;
Laugh lines here and there, and the sheer whiteness of your hair.
My own memory's snapshot is a composite.
A mish-mash of impressions developed by my mind,
Fading fast as time goes by.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
I saw a photo of you yesterday of granular colour
Fading fast, poor in quality.
Hurriedly taken, poorly processed:
It was one I'd never seen.
A second glance made me pause.
You were not quite as I recall:
Strange, that I would forget details;
Laugh lines here and there, and the sheer whiteness of your hair.
My own memory's snapshot is a composite.
A mish-mash of impressions developed by my mind,
Fading fast as time goes by.