THE 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