Thursday, September 8, 2011

Eggshells of memories

* eggshells of memories *
The echoes of your dancing
Footsteps on the hall
Have all faded away
Even the photos are no longer on display
Letters written stored away
Eggshells of memories of once upon a time
Revisited in the quieter hours
Tracing where we were
Where we might have been
The words a seed of life undeveloped
A track not taken
Leaving eternal thoughts of what if
Even as the telephone rings
Or another chore must be done
We are who we are
And who we might have been
Was shed a lifetime of decisions
Though in those letters
Always seems to be just yesterday.

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