Fingers
they just slip away,
Forgotten with the memories
of yesterday,
The music exhales
releases its breath,
Melody streams off
key notes nimble and deft,
Pictures curl
the edges crinkled and brown,
The memory-ed smiles that are left
get all watered down,
The bad times
not so bad,
Emotional times
not so sad,
Then it all seemed
so much more real,
Now it’s sepia seeped moments
all that’s left is how I feel….
.x.