i cant rely on them
the words sit like little statues
each a wonder of design
displaying such innocence
on the shelves of my mind
i take one down
cradling it like a child
examining its fullness
its many featured face
each facet diamond like sparkling
but the emptiness has no words
no poems no song no deep conversation
i sit alone
disappearing from my life
each memory gone
dissolving in the liquid of my being
washing away the words
the thoughts
the polaroids aging in the mind
until sepia like tones
merge into One
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