Cache

Cache

In
A
Carton
Of
Faded
Photographs,
I hear
Again
His
Quiet
Laugh.
I am
A
Willing
Slave
To
All
I save,
Half
Forgotten
Smiles,
Seen
On 
Journeys
Of
A
Million
Miles,
Faces
And
Places
And
Hidden
Spaces
Once 
More
Come
Into
View,
As
Such
Things
Do, 
If
You
Look
Into
A
Box
Of
Faded
Photographs.