I wish I would have taken photos to remember it all by.

 

I miss the smells of those places

And I will occasionally recognize 

the scents as I go about my days.

 

It was like sweet honeysuckle 

On a warm, glowing, humid summer day.

 

It was like the old smell of worn out leather

After a long days work in the heat.

 

It was like chlorine in the air 

that lingered from the pool in her backyard.

 

They help keep my memory alive.

 

They remind me of you,

And also her,

And also them.

 

60 years from now I will be sitting

and thinking of those ever so faded memories.

Those ever so faded faces.

Those ever so faded places in my mind.

 

And I will wish I had photos to remember it all by.