MUSEUM OF MISTAKES

here
in the Museum
of Mistakes

I wander among
the many exhibits
amazed

gasp
at how stupid
people can be

look through
protective glass
at the ghost of a love

my own face
reflected
back at me

such finely crafted
heartbreak
perfect little memories

glint cruelly against the lights
displayed against
the stark contrast of black velvet

I remember these
didn’t realise
how valuable

they were
then
priceless now

I turn away
& cry
having seen too much

here
in my Museum
of Mistakes

the Past
comes back
to haunt me