I remember things through imagery.

Before I could freeze time in little tangible squares there, and the intangible yet eternal ones on here, snapshots would float in my mind.
Little glimpses of a memory caught on mental film.

For all you sentimental scrapbookers and passionate photographers out there, I know you know.
I know why you’re still here, too.

A way to remember the feeling,
should memory fade.
To return to a moment,
if only for a moment again.
For come what may,
the little squares live on.