A glimpse into another space
black and white
yellowed
Through windows into the past.
Pictures in an old album
where people who are no longer their own
Looking at
Or looking from behind
They look so hard that it makes you want to
To hide
Or answer
Or tell all and sundry.
And you’re desperately silent
in response to the silence
of the old yellowed windows
into the reality of dreams that are gone
the secret passages
through which the illusion of presence
seeps
through the deafening
and insurmountable
wall of the darkness
of the lost memories.
The strangers
the closed loved ones
Where do they look
and to whom they are silent
when we close the album
where are those windows?
About the Creator
Nik Hein
A sci-fi reader, writer and fan. If you like my stories, there's more here
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