Fading Photographs

Fabulation is easier when details are missing Ardency of a moment becomes the narrative Deception of self, a pastime Inklings persist but are batted away Nothing need spoil a memory Gift of a rewrite to comfort in dim light Presence can alter perception Hardship up front and centre Oh how I long for an uncluttered moment To exist in it on repeat Onward too wearing right now Gravitate to a space to linger Reality doesn't knock at that door All needs are met Promises locked into the freeze frame forever How time passes afterwards is cruel Slowly stolen as life mimics art