I have so many memories I thought that I had lost
They’re in there somewhere
In sepia or muted colours,
Shapes all slightly altered
And groggy remains are all that’s left.
I wish I’d taken pictures in those moments,
Not even the big ones, but the stolen kisses
And faces I wish I’d memorised.
I’ll make a promise to myself
To take more photographs,
So nothing more slips by.