Polaroid Drawer (Variation)

Found a summer in the bottom drawer Your handwriting on the back July and something I can't read The ink went swimming in the wash All these little squares of light Fading into softer versions Not less true just less sharp The way a memory learns to breathe There's one of us on someone's porch Squinting at whoever held the camera Your shoulder touching mine Like it was nothing like it was everything All these little squares of light Fading into softer versions Not less true just less sharp The way a memory learns to breathe I don't need them to remember I just like knowing they exist The way a memory learns to breathe