From times that people connected
In marriage
In birth
In death
Time has its way
With everyone I know
Time has its way
In everything we are
Every picture taken
Freezes a moment
Stills a time
In memory
In forgetting who
In innocence
In wishing one could
Never have been there
This suitcase
This box
This corner of the drawer
Can hold a life
Can hold dreams
Can hold regrets
In every card kept
In every picture taken
In every line written
Of everybody’s life
Time just moves on
Leaving behind the things
Once so important
One had to write about it
One had to snap a shot of it
One had to hold on to it
In every card kept
In every picture taken
In every life lived
Angel Barreto
