• Photographs, memory inscribed
    Adorned with many a hopeful grin
    Scraps of paper, bits of string
    Of childhood vows and dreams within

    Forgotten with time’s incessant urging
    Too painful, any longer, to withhold
    And all but left; a memory box
    Veiled with dust and mold

    Opportune meeting; a fleeting glance
    Without any hint of recognition
    Or even a nod of acknowledgement
    Cool, stoic masks shielding internal demolition

    Maybe it’s best gone, then
    Maybe it’s time to let go

    We’ll start anew
    Me
    And You.

    Hello, Stranger;
    How do you do?