Forgotten Dust
Out of the closet
exquisitely composed, with infinite detail,
are memories, lost,
fraught with unease
now, suddenly recalled
One at a time, not early, not late,
like small shafts of light,
glittering with a sadness,
and songs of regret
Some to be cherished
and some to forget
They remain poised in the sunlight
just for a moment,
with words I cannot touch
Dust motes of the past
reflecting the light
Until sun slants once more
crawling the floor,
back to dim shadows,
from where it had emerged
In the moment's haste
I am left
in the shadowed wasteland
of another place
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7/6/15 Contest: "Shadows"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
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