Fade to Black
For This is How I Remember It
I close my eyes and pop in the VHS
No DVDs here, just miles of celluloid
Faded and flammable
Click on the TV, listen for the pop of tubes and transistors
Similar to knees and hips
I wait for static to resolve on its own
Even though nothing ever does
Behind grayscale flurries and a white sheet
The next prince or princess is being crowned
The label on the tape is scratched off
So I play Sherlock, but I’m clueless
The hospital room, all white concrete and Formica
Could be on any low budget, medical drama
The doctor, surrounded by nurses
Staring into the future
Only narrows it down by four
Flashback skipping, frame by frame
I see a tiny squished face covered in goo
That nose could be on this one or that
That hair on that one or this
With each birth taped over the last
The tape is running thin
Pop it out, slip it in a box
Taken out at Christmas or graduations
Is this one even mine
Or just borrowed?
A copy of a reprint of a story you told me
From memory
About the Creator
Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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