Whenever a footprint
Must be rewound
I find I lack a will
To look around
Photos take me back
In time all at once
Sounds of my souls
Echo like a movie
I lean back in my seat
As memories set scene
Set sail
And turn me pale
With grief for all the
Dead memories buried
For all the angsty
Fucked up metaphors
I’ve seen connect
In the film strips
How many more yarns
Of possible pathways
Must yet be cut
Still
What questions
Never answer
Closure never closed
Threads of a frame
To be
Stripped out
Consume Reality! 