Sifting through burnt, blackened pictures of my past

I treated them as though they would last

forever. But they didn't. So many gone, stuck

together in wide, hard charred blocks. Faces, memories

revived and thrown in the trash

with the rest of the past..

Some beautiful, all painful,

"Here pull hard." "No, bending them takes them

apart easier." As years go by, like pictures in a flip book.

"Hey, take a look at this one..."

"Who is this?"

Yes, it was fun and it still hurts.

(written by praxedis: 18 Aug. 1999)

17 Feb 2000