As I look through my memories,
I see the black and white,
the color, the frayed, the bright,
I see it all in front of me,
the good, bad and ugly.
Some of the memories
don't have a meaning for me anymore.
seem like they happened yesterday.
aren't as clear as they once were.
are so detailed I can see buttons on a
I think about these memories
like they are pages in my book.
Some are worn, print is faded