Monday, April 4, 2022

No Longer Legible












Why do we try to reconnect,

to seek out names that we once knew?

To find where they landed?  To learn their fate?

Is it just to set our memories straight?

Why insist on recapturing this past that exists

only in our mind's eye; a dimming collage 

of youthful desires and broken dreams

seen in fading colors and sepia-toned themes.

Were we really so different from one another?

Each of us pursuing our own place as we chased

obscure shadows toward a future unknown;

each searching for salvation on this road to perdition

where time has become the great equalizer

between our cradle and the grave

 

© Ginny Brannan 2022

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