An old keyboard used for the story of my life
the keys so worn the letters are long gone
but still the tapping and the clicking
not just for the chapters coming
but tales past
Perhaps if I could see the letters
I could stop whatever brings the old back
rereading
reliving
the pages behind never stay turned
they flip with a cut
drawing fresh ink onto clean pages
these memories
these shades
bring emotions back
stopping new stories
Old feelings are just the sounds shadows make
when they kill your present
and stunt your future
with your past
Turn the page
26-May-2023
Tressa Lee Breen
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