Good Times

By Hopeless Hopeful


I am breathing in my memories,
and dwelling in these pictures.
Times long past, but new and fresh
each time I bring them out.

So many faces revealing immeasurable emotions.
Smiling, silly, sleepy, serious.
Laughter.
Love.
I miss it.

I pray I might someday
feel the familiar surge of
exhilaration
and
bliss
that I so long for
when I am with you,
and you, and you, and...

Things always look better through the luster of
a photograph.