Silhouettes

Here’s the funny thing about memories, sometimes they sting, but leave a smile on your face. The sting makes you want to forget about the whole thing. So, you lock it up in that ‘forbidden closet’. Don’t deny it; we all have one. Acknowledging the fact that there were once some people in our lives that made everything better, you look around and realize they’ve disappeared over time. It makes your heart frown, aching as their absence kicks in. So then what do you do? Do you throw those tapes away into that bottomless pit where all the forbidden thoughts go? Hoping you don’t run into them in the middle of the night. Or do you take a deep breath, close your eyes, play those good moments one last time, before you tuck them in a little shelf of memories just to play them some other time? 

SILHOUETTES

She chose to keep them. 

Safe and sound.

In her shelf of memories.

She keeps her hopes on the ground,

accepting all leave.

But one by one, she lights’em up,

as they burn in the jars.

Keeping her warm from the storm;

healing wounds, leaving scars.

For the time that warmth matters,

letting in their absence now she regrets.

But looking down at the scars,

she remembers, they still dwell in the shelf

as shimmering silhouettes.