our dim past

Written by: J B

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