Caught forever on paper torn tethered, 
time sends its regards from pictures that never saw 
the light of day. 
Just tucked in a box and hoarded away 
so that eyes could never gaze upon faces of old. 
Memories that I had longed to hold. 
So hold me now, 
that I am not strong enough to hold myself. 
I am old enough now to know better than to bare my cross alone.