Where dost thou keep thine memories?Within the shadowy corners of your mind?Perhaps an album carefully hid awayFrom prying eyes and stark determination?As for mine?I wear them boldlyMuch like a livid scar,Scrawled deep across one cheekAnd reaching to the other,For all to see and judgeIf sentence due,For condemnation cannot brand the guiltyOr change one moments history a jot.Old years night the universal door swings wideAllowing time to touch quite seamlessly,Past present future squashed into one lumpOf darkest graphite for a New year’s gift.