Old photo albums
Carefully and lovingly packed away
Stored in the closet protected
From dust and life
I pulled them out expectantly
Waiting for memories
to flood the room
When I opened the covers
I was met with unmemories
Pictures of places I don’t recall
People who no longer exist
Time and tide have
pulled them from my reach
No longer part of
the mental archive I cling to
So many miles… so many faces.
They are all becoming unmemories.
How many more will I lose?
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