The moment that has passed by is forever captured,
Old memories and great moments; time is caught
Still. Memories flooded like the shoreline at our
Feet while we stood at the beach. The fire
Blazing with life, now caught in a motionless
Painting.
Tucked away beneath the stairs, lie a box with
A powerful device, a device capable of catching a
Clear moment in time. The film rolls bare like
Meaningless photographs of green plains. Boxes
Of discarded photos litter the basement floor.
An empty room reflecting empty memories. No
New life painted by the click of the capture button.
Old frames, dust covered and sun bleached fill
Boxes of once memories. Art once thrived, but has
Vanished long since. Pictures have become old friends.
