The bitterness of a memory of nothing
by dan ankers
Wooden box filled with memories
I open you
Especially this one, among the many I cherish
Only to find, where I expected
a symphony
of lights, sounds, and roses
There was instead, a cluster of mealworms and dust;
Spider-webs and ghosts,
and in the midst of those webs
was placed there a
note
It said,
“This was nothing”
What did I expect?
Certainly not this.
But that’s how it goes, they say.
When you are old enough to see the past change
throw all of those old boxes away...
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