Moments

Time doesn’t really pass
Like moments captured in photographs
There is no minute, hour or day
Time fades in then fades away
Memories framed for all to see
Pasts stashed away with lock and key
Some buried, blurry, torn or missing
Some brought to light for reminiscing
Some sit in a drawer, undeveloped and waiting
Waiting for someday, futile and fading.

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