As a worn out photo-
That has yet to dry,
With crinkled film-
In black and white,
Letting go-
Of the colors it held.
As a particularly shaded image,
Charcoal, dusty, darkened-
The edges slightly burnt.
Capturing a moment in time, moving,
And keeping it frozen-
Still.
When looked back on-
A lonely sense of nostalgia.
Like replaying your favorite VHS tape-
Inserting it into the VCR-
But the sounds are chopped.
Only the static remains.
