Photos – Memory Part One

Posted on February 6, 2019 by Helen

Image Credit: p_ponomareva/Shutterstock.com

I’ve laid them out before me
Little pieces of forgotten days
So few were taken of me
So I recall the others best
Even as they were loved the best
It’s all that there could be

My bitterness has leeched out
Like dye running from a cloth
They’re just faces of ghosts
People once bright with life
Gone before me
It’s all that there could be

I’m searching in the images
For memories long gone
There’s nothing now to call upon
They are all dead
They are all gone
I cannot dial a telephone
To hear their version of the truth
And in any case
Would that be proof?
They always lied to me so
It’s all that there could be

This fading imagery
It’s all that there could be

(c ) Helen Valentina 2019

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I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.

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