Photo Albums

Flipping through old memories,

scattered on the floor, Photo albums

letting images fall into their place,

recalling a golden age,

forgetting life is a stage,

hands outstretched to bathe,

in the waterfalls of bliss,

pages dripping off my wrists

nostalgia strikes,

hard enough to make me sick

curious child mounting,


drowning in age old fountain,

of youth

thought to be lost,

now found,

bound in plastic

wrapped up to describe

the passage

of life in mapping

my family’s unique vision,

a cure for depression

is the lesson of the past,

a tool to navigate my future,

to travel in newer,

form of what I was born as

fresh reasons to explore what I once had,
thank god
for such helpful and forgetful photographs


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