Time long lost
but not forgotten
they're like old pictures.
Lost, old, ***** and muddled,
but thankfully not rotten.

Old memories sweeter than wine,
moments so cherished, as the years go by
it's these simple, little things that brings a tear
to my eye.

A moment of weakness
in my room alone,
these pictures are simple
but are powerful enough
to break even
a heart of stone.

Times behind me
nostalgic and melancholy
are the one's I'll keep
keep and bring even as I sleep.

Because for a time long lost
it was not forgotten