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Crumpled photographs aged

in a remote part of my mind

await to be discovered; a treasure

box displaced from where

my heart once held on to them dearly.

Standing on the balcony of my

memory bank, my known memories,

I truly wish I can

find what I've been searching for.

Adorned with longing expressions

I view the panoramic vastness of the

sea hoping to remember

the location of this cache.

My lost memories, where are you?

When I try to picture you

within my head only several

pieces of the jigsaw puzzle appear.

Everything is blotchy and spare

as I try to remember what's lost.

The visions of yesteryear

and long before are worn out,

the magnificent, iridescent colors faded.

I have everything I can ever want but

can never own what I can never have,

my lost memories.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

There are people that I lost growing up.  Family.  Friends.  There are times when I want them back so badly all I can sadly do is go back and remember them.  But memories have been known to become blurry.  It's not the same as when you actually experienced a certain moment all fresh.  People I want back but I can never have, that's how part of life is like...  (sniff, sniff).

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 3:57am
©27 October 2006 - 10:22pm — bluewave
10 January 2007 - 1:54pm — Rebecca Young (not verified)
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I totally get what your talking about in this poem and I to wish there were people that i could have back that i no that i cant. in my opinon lose somebody you love is the hardest thing in the world.