Sometimes memories fade.
People come and go, lovers and friends
all come to an end.
I try to hold on, I really do.
But sometimes I find myself struggling to
remember the things I knew.
I desperately wish I could keep all those
pictures locked in my head.
Black and white, vibrant colors; you think those
images would keep.
But instead they've become locked away, some place
dark and deep.
I wish I could capture those memories again.
Relive the old days, revel in my carefree youth.
I long for the memories, the pictures,
to remember the past.
Being the photographer never lasts.