My Memory Album

Last night I took apart the album I made for you the one of our family before they left before the sorrow clung to your every breath. I separated each memory from their plastic sheath and piled them in categories known and before me. Military and quick I added the ones I found from the folders covered in dust. Each picture memorized to me from the years of gazing and longing for our life that couldn’t be. I put them in one of my families new set. To place on the book shelf to show them the life they chose to forget As I lay in bed last night they wafted through my eyes like wraiths to drain my mind. The tears never came, years have brought a drought that leaves my husk parched as the shells we found and used in the first album. I lay beside my husband waiting for slumber to erase the days I could not live and the nights I dreamed about them. I waited for the dust to creep and settle this grieving part of me to sleep This morning the day is new and responsibility awaits. Anxiety shadows my chest Like the wraith of the past I try to forget.