I draw pictures of the places and people I've loved,

because it's the only way to keep them forever.

Locked away, safe and sound in my leather bound portfolio.
Sometimes, on rainy days exactly like today,
I'll pull them out and tweak them just a bit.

To refresh the faded colors, the softened shadows.

Remembering a time where I cared so much about something,

I chose to draw it. Some mere doodles.

Others, silent masterpieces.

Then, quietly, I'll put them back into the dusty 

and tattered binder they belong.
 

Out of sight, out of mind.