Pile up the photos

In a warm and tiny box

Re-dream the wistful fantasies

That took away your socks


The day you took the hood off

The day you broke your arm

The day you lost your sister

The day they set of the alarm


We whisper through the moments

We clean up all our mess

We can't predict the future

But the pasts what we know best


Write down all your sorrows

Add more photos to the box

Forget not the precious memories

With the ticking of the clock