Those that are close, will forever be with me

Part of my life, my experiences…. my life experiences

Forming memories, like photo’s in the mind

Sometimes our photo’s are stored neatly in a chronological album

Or back in the day just randomly in some old biscuit tin

Retrieved and viewed when prompted by events or pure randomness

There might come a time though, not through rudeness or ignorance

I didn’t hid it or throw it away

It might simply be that I can’t find that old biscuit tin

In the presence of anything and the absence of everything

Please know that love remained