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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
helenvalentina 
so very sad and beautiful
Thank you so much! 🙂
Powerful writing, Helen. Beneath the sadness is courage and resignation. Thank you for sharing this. ♥
Thanks Gwen!! 🙂 🙂
I was taken by the strength of the words, Helen.
Thanks so much John! 🙂
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