Banana Pancakes

It is neither a fond or hated memory. Yet, on the good days, I don’t remember. And on bad days, I do. I remember all of it in its entirety tightly pinned behind a picture frame permanently nailed to the walls of my mind. I should erase the pieces, but I choose to let it live inside because I will be able to play, replay, and pause those moments at my will. 

Come back and save me before it’s too late. 

Before all the colors in my world blend together and fade . . .

I want to see you again.


Courtesy of Solangel