Trapped beneath a curtain
of crepuscular remembrances,
an eerie sensation – looking
back on old photographs.
A black and white specter
of a life I no longer recognize,
touched with shades of gray.
Vacant eyes staring back
at me from an inaccessible
realm. A world long forgotten.
Wrangled images – a lamentable
parenthesis of my existence.
Ephemeral emotions overwhelm,
then enact acedia.
A deep breath exhales. I wipe
my memories clean. Then,
once more remove all
evidence of my past life.
Box closed.
Drawer shut.
Life continues …
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