- all hallow's eve is this week. i knew this. of course i knew this.
how then did i not realize it meant finding a photo of him? of her? how did i manage to overlook the fact that now they have a place on my remembrance altar? how is it that every step i take away from them is like laying earth on the grave all over again?
photos are traps, sharp wire snares of memory, and now i must venture into the mine field.
i am not looking forward to this hallow's eve.
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