a new chapter unfolds
or are we not all
walking stories ?
disappearing seconds like
scintillating snowflakes
as they brush the ground
the same, but different
life penned
streaming through
the ghostly past
that shimmers silently
through the present
steadily looking on into the future
days and chapters
page past monotonously
not until later
when we’ve forgotten the beginning
returning to reread
to reimagine what went before
attempting to change
what we cannot
in our minds
the past can be shifted, slanted
snowflakes melted
so long ago
words on torn pages
fading as memories do
flipping back
the picture is different
now composed of the good and inevitably
what we’ve tried to forget
old times bound in sentimental ribbon
that we cannot anymore?