NaPoWriMo Day Four

Memory

Shake off words

said too soon in fear,

seeking old safety.

 

There’re no footsteps,

no roads to follow back,

time consumes all.

 

Everything we’ve seen

now sits behind mottled glass,

morphed and distorted.

 

Memory is funny.

We cannot pick and chose,

only lucky dip.

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