THE DEPTH OF MEMORY

In deeply hidden corners
of my memory
snapshots of my childhood reappear
from forgotten albums.
I want to know what
was happening just
out of frame, or
in the next picture in the series
but these negatives are lost
and so I am left
to draw my own pictures,
write my own story,
and accept it as truth.

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