I don’t want
to do it.
I weary of man
made holographs.
Images that
aren’t really there.
Like the past.
Screw it.
A parlor game.
An interesting talking
point,
but nothing worth
going back to
live again
and even if I could
the message
remains the same.
The new time
out ahead
is far more
captivating, far
more infatuating
than those hours
hanging in the closet,
worn and washed
so many times
they’re ready for
Goodwill.
Save your time
for someone else.
I’ll spend mine.
♥