immortalized in a photo.

Pressed,
by the city heat
in that blue car,
parked under embers of sunlight
Fading the color
and making cracks in the the leather.
Until the moon
breaks and swells in the sky,
easing the metal. 
Aged by fair weather, 
and caring wear.
It smells like…
old and laughs, and memories.
How far did you drive before you could see,
that life in that little, sideview mirror?
Now immortalized in a photo.