maybe it wasn’t really meant to be
as it was wont to be tho’ now and again i
remember once it happened i can barely recollect
reality has a way of fading away
into the past into the dreams like photographs
anyone can see how happy it was perhaps was it a dream too
gathering in the cobwebby corners of attic memories
enveloped in clouds of dust
insipid memoirs of forgotten pasts
somehow surface from bottomless cavernous chests
(never before disturbed)
opening pandora’s mysteries escaping
tiny creatures flitting fleet shadows
echoing echoes of murmurs from murky prints
aspirations caught in time frozen
silenced by the settling dust spiders spinning webs around
you stepping stealthily trying not to stir the memories.
© Cindy Lapeña, 2012
