Simple Memories Are What I Have – SoC

As the days go by I found myself
Thinking often of the time we shared.
There was no other that I would have 
As the first to hold my heart.
Can’t go back to that time but
How I cherish the memories left behind.
My thoughts turn when I see
Even one thing left with me.
Not that they are tinged with sorrow, but
Tinged with light.
 

This poem and the video were what came to mind for this week’s Stream of Consciousness prompt: attach/attachment.