The Kodaks of Memory Fade

The Kodaks of memory fade The Kodaks of memory fade until all that remain Are the sparkle of your eyes and the arabesques Of your lips; haunting ghosts in muted hues, limp Postcards discovered in a rummage through the Attic of my mind. I pause, staring in my mind’s eye at the Curling cards, edges worn and torn from my Grasping ruminations; an empty nausea grips me, Tight chest reminding me of my heartache, and Incomprehension of your rejection. Images in the mind, albums of memories, fragments Of life once cinema verite; now all coalesced Into a frozen tableau of moments, each one Eastman coloured only in dreams, the conscious mind Seeing but sombre greys. Gathered up, they fit neatly into a handy box, That I can tape closed and hide in some dusty corner, Until such time as I pass my memories in review; Then again you will look out at me and smile, With twinkling eyes.