Some days, I use the dark canvas of my eyelids to paint of a picture. To travel back in time.
As the image springs to life I can feel you there, standing beside me. I can smell the old familiar fragrances, wafting my way.
But as I open my eyes, I snap back to reality.
I don't remember the big moments. I just remember little things. Little snippets of time captured like 3D pictures that envelope me.