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tiny folded portraits

of simple pleasures

gone by

tucked beneath a pile

of neatly folded clothes

I can't wear anymore...

fragmented memories

of yesterday's joys

and sorrows

carefully shrouded

in its permanent resting place

high above and far beyond

the new collections

all around.



tarnished memories...

silent scripts still fresh

painting painful pictures

of rust and residue,

of words thought but not spoken,

of loves lost,

of childhood dream

lost in the need

to earn a keep,

the scars still present

on the sacrificial lamb.



bittersweet thoughts...

ideas and words and dreams

lie in motionless piles

unfulfilled, unspent,

never knowing the victory

or the defeat,

never knowing the pleasure

or the pain

tempting trapses into what was and is

remind us that

what could have been

may not have been better

and would have altered

everything that we know

causing us to measure value by volume

worth by weight

and perfection

by the imperfection

of choice.



boxes and folders

and envelopes and jars

holding tiny particles

of yesterday

in hopes that one day

we might return

to her

remember for a minute

smile and cry

frown and laugh

reliving patchwork emotions

and then carefully slipping them

into their permanent

resting place

high above and far beyond

the plans for

a better tomorrow.



sure is nice

to have a picture

to remind us

of yesterday.