"Stumble"
Looking out the window,
As the sun descends clear blue skies.
Yes, it is bright, yet,
It doesn’t hurt my eyes.
Eventually even the brightest stars in the heavens,
Will grow dark and dim.
Decades will pass and out of no where,
You stumble across something,
That reminds you of them.
A roll of old film never developed.
A brochure about that trip you took.
Sometimes in the mirror,
If you pause to look.
Just around the corner,
The memories are waiting there.
Like a predator hunting prey.
They catch you unaware.
Sometimes the memories make you smile,
But usually, these memories are of things gone,
Leaving you wet with tears,
Wishing you were strong.
Eventually,
Even the brightest stars in the heavens,
Will grow dark and dim.
Decades will pass and out of no where,
You stumble across something,
That reminds you of them.
dg
Danny Gunter
09-05-2011
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