it was all good…

sandpaper memories,
rough and grainy
like old news reels –
and well worn, scratchy vinyl albums.
i can still see your face,
but i can’t remember
if your smile was sincere;
your voice warm and thick.
the sandpaper hasn’t
smoothed out and polished
those edges for me.
the sound on the reel skips,
like the vinyl on the turntable.
time has faded all the things
that were once shared
between just us.
and i think i’d like to remember
that it was all good.