Sepian memories
Memories lie archived in the closets of the mind,
yesterday I ransacked them for one
and found in plenty - parchments
of nostalgia, yellowed by the brushes of time,
torn at the margin, effaced at a finger touch,
plain, flooded with labels of obliteration.
Blithe desires nested in those cozy couches,
slithered as reminders to a forgotten past.
Today I grayscale photos modern,
gift them that favoured, distorted antiquity,
but none of them parallel
these sepian memories time has grayscaled,
lying tightly hugged
in the corner of the realm of my psyche,
gold, red and aflame..
Memories lie archived in the closets of the mind,
yesterday I ransacked them for one
and found in plenty - parchments
of nostalgia, yellowed by the brushes of time,
torn at the margin, effaced at a finger touch,
plain, flooded with labels of obliteration.
Blithe desires nested in those cozy couches,
slithered as reminders to a forgotten past.
Today I grayscale photos modern,
gift them that favoured, distorted antiquity,
but none of them parallel
these sepian memories time has grayscaled,
lying tightly hugged
in the corner of the realm of my psyche,
gold, red and aflame..
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