I fear of my mind being lost,
Memories I hold so dear,
I fear that they will be gone soon enough.

So I keep trinkets that keep me hooked into the past,
I laminate photos, to make sure that they last.
I stuff my pockets with letters from those I have loved.
So I will never forget why I have loved them.

I have canvases filled with the smiles,
That almost took my breath away.
I always put them in my back pocket,
And saved them for another day.

and Maybe this is crazy,
and Maybe this is all for nothing.

But, over time my eyesight will give way,
And all of those pictures of people,
That I have hung across my mind,

Will be blurry,
and Soon,
They will be gone.