Memories and Mirrors

So what is it that links me
to you, to the past of memories?

The woven fabric that once
clothed me in warmth
and you fed me from the famine
of my art.

my art grew, my pride
did too….
Sometimes reality stunk,
the only measure of truth
in relationships.

Memories, and mirrors
are always present.
The X-rays past our skin
to where truth begins, ends
or continues.

And to comfort a falseness
or create another reality
to live only in the four corners
of my head can be pretty darn tight,
no visitors or friends stay too long.

Dim the light of the present or
past and still the drapes hang
with tiny reflections, the walls
are decorated with them
the table has standing ones.
And I don’t remember adding them?

Past of memories and
the present of mirrors
collide at times and the link
to you fragile but only a
memory.

Allison Ashton©

Memories and Mirrors

Allison Ashton

Joined May 2011

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