Leftovers of last night’s party scattered on the floor
Grandma’s old dress hanging by a hook inside the closet
Photographs of old friends stowed inside a chest, rotting
Away like the memories fading off from my mind.
People with funny hats, children with flashy grins
Twinkling bright eyes, forever smiling into the camera,
Their movements always still. A birthday party at a friend’s house,
Spring carnivals filled with colors and game shows and dances and
Trips to museums; everyday activities inside a bright small classroom.
A teacher standing by the board, silent students listening,
Their eyes all following the movement of his hands.
At the cafeteria, at the hallway, at the library, at the playground –
Dozens and dozens neatly placed inside an album.
Dozens and dozens – only scenes remembered vaguely.
Faces I used to know, laughed with and cried with; faces I used to
Dream of and liked for years; faces that still remain clinging
From the edge of my memory, slowly letting go as the years
Pass by. Childhood friends, high school crushes, best friends and
Friendly neighbors – Life separates them into different directions,
Without them knowing why. Life leads us on – each one to his own
Destiny, leaving memories to falter and trails on the dusty path.