26th August 2020

Where dost thou keep thine memories?
Within the shadowy corners of your mind?
Perhaps an album carefully hid away
From prying eyes and stark determination?

As for mine?
I wear them boldly
Much like a livid scar,
Scrawled deep across one cheek
And reaching to the other,
For all to see and judge
If sentence due,
For condemnation cannot brand the guilty
Or change one moments history a jot.

Old years night the universal door swings wide
Allowing time to touch quite seamlessly,
Past present future squashed into one lump
Of darkest graphite for a New year’s gift.

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