end of an innocence

He’s become a legend
An illusion
A myth
Memories that were once clear
Are now fading
Details are becoming darker
Where there once was a living breathing person
There are now photographs
Moments captured on paper
Beautiful insignificant little moments
Frozen forever
But what about all the things that pictures miss?
The sound of his voice
The nervous, cautious
Beautiful way he danced
The feeling I got when his hand brushed against mine
The warmth that he radiated
When he smiled?