Connections

When something stirs

That something quite familiar

Yet so strange

A locket dangling

Upon a chain

How soft the images inside it lain

Those photos they assure

Me of those days

When meeting glances were like carefree wings

An innocent vestige that leaves a trace

Like vespers whispered between church bell rings

Or soliloquies on a silent stage.

An empty doorway looks beyond from room to room

Contemplate the magic of a barren scene

Once filled with laughter and surprise

What tragic thoughts must sure to memorize.

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