Trapped beneath a curtain
of crepuscular remembrances,
an eerie sensation – looking
back on old photographs.
A black and white specter
of a life I no longer recognize,
touched with shades of gray.
Vacant eyes staring back
at me from an inaccessible
realm. A world long forgotten.
Wrangled images – a lamentable
parenthesis of my existence.
Ephemeral emotions overwhelm,
then enact acedia.
A deep breath exhales. I wipe
my memories clean. Then,
once more remove all
evidence of my past life.
Box closed.
Drawer shut.
Life continues …

Photo Credit: H o l l y. Flickr via Compfight cc


Ann Christine Tabaka

Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. She has been widely published in National and International publications and Anthologies. Visit Ann's Author page on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Ann-Christine-Tabaka/e/B06XF2PWSK

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