Memories

These black and white pictures that I view through teary eyes

Are scattered across my living room floor

Boring a drab perhaps to you, but to me they look like more

They appear to tell the story of who I am.

There are more than photos in a scrapbook

They are more than pictures on a page

One dimensional images not really fitting of the age

The reminders of loved ones and places

Gone yet forever embossed upon my soul

Providing millions of pieces that gradually comprise the whole.

Far too monochromatic to really represent

The smiles and the shades are buried and flat

No laughter, no joy, no sense of a life full of vigor and fat.

One-sided, trapped within a place in time.

But in my mind, there are more details than I could ever share

Smells and textures; sounds and emotions that I relish

If I had hours to share them with you, I would assuredly embellish

These images conjured much within my mind

Memories Of days swept away with a hand

With a gesture cold, callous, and unkind.