If memory is a means

Of revisiting the past,

Then the photographs we share

Are quantum conduits,

A visual memory bank

That, in an instant,

Take me back to

That immortalized moment

Which captures the essence

Of that time and that space.

My mind fills with the image

Of the place

The people

The objects

All bustling and alive

In their .jpeg stillness.

I’m here, but when I see

Snippets of life long gone,

I’m there once again,

Taking it all in as if

For the first time.