Past lives

Remember the good old days?
You took a photo, a few more, waited till the roll was full,
Waited till you were going to the chemist/photo shop,
Waited a week,
Waited in line to pick them up
You drove home, and there they were,
Snapshots from a month ago

Past lives.

If you were to place those pics in the dark, at the back of a drawer. They would sit there over the years, slowly melting together. The warmth, dampness and pressure would atom by atom transfer the back of the top image into the front of the one below.
Only time can melt our memories
Memories of so long ago

Art Marcus Goater

Melting memories