And as the tree leaves fade,
I reminesce looking at old black and white photos.
Many autumns ago, when some of my favourite people were still young.
Colourless and most of them departed, but not forgotten.
The more faded the picture, the younger they were.

Happy memories and joyous moments, warm hugs and familiar scents,
a compilation of the most important individuals of my existence.
Greatly missed and holding a very special place in my heart,
they are always with me, by me, accompanying me, in every step of the way.