unpacking memories

opening boxes
separating items
these memories
of an eventful life
in my hands
soon to be placed
on shelves
while music plays
from decades ago
and though I thought
I was safe
from pain regret remorse
there is no escape
from memories
in one’s hands
outside of boxes
laid bare
like one’s heart
decades ago
decades ahead
the here and now

9 thoughts on “unpacking memories

  1. “He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.”
    ― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

  2. As written at the beginning of the novel “Don’t say it was a dream” by Terence Moix, this poem has guide for over 20 years…I hope you like it…
    The God Abandons Antony

    At midnight, when suddenly you hear
    an invisible procession going by
    with exquisite music, voices,
    don’t mourn your luck that’s failing now,
    work gone wrong, your plans
    all proving deceptive – don’t mourn them uselessly:
    as one long prepared, and full of courage,
    say goodbye to her, to Alexandria who is leaving.
    Above all, don’t fool yourself, don’t say
    it was a dream, your ears deceived you:
    don’t degrade yourself with empty hopes like these.
    As one long prepared, and full of courage,
    as is right for you who were given this kind of city,
    go firmly to the window
    and listen with deep emotion,
    but not with the whining, the pleas of a coward;
    listen – your final pleasure – to the voices,
    to the exquisite music of that strange procession,
    and say goodbye to her, to the Alexandria you are losing.
    Constantine P. Cavafy

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