I wish one could photograph tastes,

For the pleasure again to meet,

The honey of a pinstriped bee,

Or the plumpest of summer blueberries.


I pray I may remember,

And my longing heart might see, 

That the senses bestowed upon me,

Are purer than camera ever could be.


This poem is about: 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741