RE: Faded photograph

This piece speaks so gently yet profoundly. I love how the dialogue with memory unfolds, giving voice to faded paper as if it were alive with stories. The imagery of being a witness, holding what time could not contain, is both tender and haunting. It reminds me that even in fading, memories have power to shape new beginnings. Your poem feels like a quiet embrace of the past, showing it isn’t truly gone but transformed. Beautifully written and moving.