Faded Photos and Long Lost Lace

Deliberate recollection of long lost pasts,

Shoved in a box in the farthest recesses of her mind

in a moment of frustration and regret.  Now

recovered and remembered-faded snapshots

of the misty mornings together with sunlight

and joylight shining in your eyes; crisp

clear images of first best loves and tears.

Each memory a photograph imprinted

on your mind forever-replaying them is like 

watching Gone With The Wind over and over-

too painful to bear but beautiful

in a morbidly tragic sort of way.

When he was lost to you forever,

did you relieve your last together in your mind?

Playing nightly photo reels of the days

you shared, before the loss set in like a storm.

To replay memories like faded

fragmented melodies, remembering

last best loves and living

in the past-loving the gone-bye days

which are no more-retreating, retreating,

sliding backwards because 

the present is bare, the future

unknown-turn your face away

 from the loss you face today-

In the past there is no loss,

for you cannot lose what

you do not possess and cannot grasp-

in the past is no pain-the past

is safer than the present, she muses.

Retreat into the attic to

leaf through old photos endlessly

reliving the days when he 

was here with you

until the faded song

fades too long and you are left

with whispers of tears

and promises long since 

disappeared.

Black-and-white nostalgia is bare but beautiful

Memories playing a record while you sleep