Particles of dust swirl in the lamplight

Distant footfalls echo, muted by time,

Artifice alone is giver of sight,

Moments marked only by resonant chime.

Shelves stand bulging with catalogued memory,

Recent or stored for employment’s intent.

Lost, sacrificed to time transitory,

Older sheaves left sprawling; their shelf life spent.

Dusty cracked piles of sepia and g...

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As I get older …

The memories

become more painful

you would think…

 so far from the source

that they would have faded to a

dot.

But they shine brighter …

Than the first inflicted blows

Like a mosquito

Bloated on blood

Saving themselves

Til now

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the day of her leaving

it's a bit battered now

but I remember it when it was pristine

pages almost sticking together as they opened for the first time

faces inside

staring back

unaware of time passing

monochrome memories

family, relatives, confetti, suits, shiny shoes

daft hairstyles back-combed into oblivion

me as a small boy

...

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