Verandah

 

Polaroids that kept

an essence
of what we felt
on those days
film rolls that stole
a part of the times
that we treasured the most.
The breezy evenings
and faded yellow lights above us,
my palm over your arm
and your arm upon my shoulder.
Some memories that,
I wouldn't mind reliving
or even better,
being stuck in a loop
that ends with time,
only each iteration,
being different
and the same
all at once.
That's how I would remember,
the some of the best days of my life.