It’s remarkable –-
When you realize you have so many more memories
Then exist in the photographs of your life–.
Your documented proof
Is lacking.
Why?
You didn’t deserve love?
As you were?
As you are?
Were.
Are.
It has to come from within
The unyielding belief that we deserve to be considered
Remembered.
Captured, if just for a moment.
Necessary
But unfathomable
How do you even start?