Friday Poem: Memories Into Touch

Memories Into Touch

If we have only moments such as this
to turn to in the pages of our lives,
posing in some place made significant.
Looking uncomfortably too aware
of our uneasy smiles, while staring off
into the distance and a distant future.
Not knowing if this will become, in time
the photograph we turn to in those times
of loss, regret or sorrow, or to find
the echo of happiness multiplied
by this evidence of these happy times.

A past we can still show as proof amid
reassurances of how time has not
altered us in any meaningful way.
Significant moments turn memories
into a photograph we touch to show
as proof, our past has solidity still.

But then, despite these heaps of images,
we know so few of the important times
have the authority of photographs
for us to keep, remember, and to touch.