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
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2011
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