A polaroid, in
my drawer, under the junk
- a memory found.
Wow, I miss fun, it's
like there was another life
- a past life shared.
Remember parties?
Sweaty dancing then a plunge
in the cold lake?
I feel like an old
lady reliving childhood
in sterile pics.
Everything I thought
my life would be is gone or
on nebulous hold.
We're learning a dull
brand of patience - strange for
the microwave age.
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 6:37 AM UTC
A polaroid, in
my drawer, under the junk
- a memory found.
Wow, I miss fun, it's
like there was another life
- a past life shared.
Remember parties?
Sweaty dancing then a plunge
in the cold lake?
I feel like an old
lady reliving childhood
in sterile pics.
Everything I thought
my life would be is gone or
on nebulous hold.
We're learning a dull
brand of patience - strange for
the microwave age.
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