Our Dim Past

I can rehang and rearrange add my pictures to all of yours make your house a home for two I’m trying in every way to do some old photos just don’t fit or memory behind the photographer’s lens what was the thought that put them there hidden now, behind heaven’s stair in cold storage goes the rest some of yours and some of mine even if I could delete erasing would be quite a fete encumbered, feelings hanging low like monsoon clouds in desert sky overthinking as I speed fast broken hearts from our dim past