poor ( and lucky ) me
over-intoxicated with a variety of, remembrances
photo fashioned slide showing in my mind
many I love, but
knock! knock! knock!
bitter ones, a darkness about them
at a door, I never used to open.
Has that darkness dissolved yet?
I look more closely and, yes it has!
their eyes no longer mock out of mine
or cause my, tormenting regretfulness to go on a rampage.
I shall let them sit at home with my future.