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The Photo
It spreads like wildfire
across the synapses
resurrecting long buried
mind pictures that
quickly
consume the soul
in sticky, tar-like drips
rinsing away the reluctant
obligations
of a past gradually omited,
woeful and swollen
with conflicted symmetry
it tosses memories about like
confetti
constant reminders of what "is" and "used to be"
Fissures
between heart and soul
leave whimsical smurks
dancing on mouth corners
trying to
severe any ties to happiness
while joys of past
dissolve, evaporate, & melt away
like the blizzard that was "us"
So I sit and I stare at an old photo,
an archeological find of what once
was
but now
is
nothing more than
heart residue
Written by L. E. Colston II
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