memory

it rained
we sat
and talked in tongues of days gone by
six to a table
over caffeine laced with pretension
...

the feelings fade
the details blur
i strain to dredge the deeps
for any shred of
former insignificance
lent meaning by the shifts of time

i wonder why it matters
oh so much
returning to the same old scene
distortions overlooked
taking pride in
sharpened details
true to life
just to know i can?

myriad moments
captured by a lens
a pen
a thought
where i left off living
to save them for a rainy day