I took a photo, on all the days I knew I would want to remember.
Not of the person or the activity. Something from the place.
A sign. A flower on the table. The view. Maybe a selfie with a smile I couldn’t have gotten any other way.
I knew they would all just be memories someday.
All I have is the time stamp.
And yet another puzzle piece hidden in my pocket.
I got the better end of the deal.