Discarding the Past

Nostalgia's quite alive
even though you've died,
I found it sitting there
embroidering memories,
watching indifferent movers
purge those photgraphs
from history's stoic walls.

It decorates the dressers
as flowered pots
embrace ten cent trash bags,
burdened with the weight
of every fading year.

Junk here, rubbish there,
bag it, tie it, toss the loss,
expose those tender bricks
and morter newfound permanence....

Because rest assured,
it won't be over
until ev'ry barren room
sings somber songs
about all the good times
"that never really happened".....