Taking life one day at a time

A friend of mine commented the other day that I don't like or write poetry anymore. I've never really liked reading poetry but I used to write some. Maybe some of the reason I don't write poetry is because I have a visual memory, sometimes even photographic. Using words to try to describe or convey something that is so real seems unnecessary. I don't need to write something when five years from now I will remember just as well as if it had just happened. Sometimes I go back and read what I have written and I can even remember the lines that I had decided wouldn't work. Granted there are also some that I've written that for the life of me I can't even remember what they were about. Time is a funny thing. People say that it makes things heal, fade. I think that really we just lose some of the things that remind us. We stop frequenting the same places, friends and acquaintances move, our hobbies change. Maybe if I didn't have these archives in my brain things would be different. Some albums are larger than others but I remember things like I'm looking at them right now. Each new event, new joy, new tragedy is filed away for future reference. And they will always be there. Until I grow old and the filing system begins to fade. Time really is a funny thing.