Tuesday, April 5, 2011


pictures of the past
seem like only yesterday
they somehow tug at my heart
now, only now,
do they have meaning
for i have made most
of my journey

and i want more
oh, so much more
to suck the sweet juice
out of this life
to make new memories
of a different genre
more sedate

oddly, this does not matter
to me
i take new snapshots
and keep them on hand
the old boxes i don't open
i haven't the courage
those photos break my heart

i keep them anyway
for someday
i may open my heart
and gain the courage
to look at faces
of those i loved from the past
and then i will feel more
and that is a good thing

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