Faded

Sometimes I like to just look at photographs and tap in those ancient memories, still frames capturing a moment that used to be. My memory may fade, but these photos don't. A picture is worth a thousand words, saying all the things I won't. All the times I never said 'I love you' or 'please don't go' a caught in a frame with no one to hear it anymore. There's no sense dwelling in the past, but I can't help regretting all the things that passed.