Fingers

they just slip away,

Forgotten with the memories

of yesterday,

The music exhales

releases its breath,

Melody streams off

key notes nimble and deft,

Pictures curl

the edges crinkled and brown,

The memory-ed smiles that are left

get all watered down,

The bad times 

not so bad,

Emotional times

not so sad,

Then it all seemed

so much more real,

Now it’s sepia seeped moments

all that’s left is how I feel….

 

.x.

 

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