Glimpses of Memories

The smirk on his face glows, his metallic purple body shines
His outstretched golden yellow and ruby-red wings shimmer in the sunlight, the flutter of his wings is all I can hear as I control him to glide away from his foes
the faint sounds of them screaming, 'Spyro', simply echoes.

The game I have known and loved since I was a baby sits in my palm
The cool black ridges of the case create patterns on my hand
A never-ending amount of cracks
Battle scars from its years being thrown around, yet it stays in one piece
as though it never took a hit
as though it is as strong as steel

I run my fingers over the clear plastic front, the outline of the picture trapped inside
his trademark smirk and beady black eyes
I remember all the times I laughed and sighed, all because of moneybags and his greed

The countless hours wasted with my hands on the controller
The meals missed due to that level I couldn't beat
The memories it holds are at times out of reach
But as I run my hand over the cool metallic disc
I decide it's been a while
So I play it again
And the memories come flooding back